You know, it's not that it bothers me, but I have had a couple of people said to me "I like it that you are so full of hate when you write, it makes it fun to read!" and, hey cool! I mean, I want you to have fun while you're here, really.... But I am not full of hate, actually... Those that have talked to me WHILE ranting know what hate is. What you get here is a toned down version of that, because... come on... this is the internet after all. True, in the internet nobody knows your a dog, but I do not want to be offensive either. So, really, I tone it down. I used to be more forward when it came to writing in my old blog, and I wanna give you a taste of it... this is a post from back when I first had a stalker.
This Pisses me Off, Part IV
No blondie, this one isn't about you; although it is about a girl.
There is this wacko at school that I met, idk, like 2 years ago or so... the fact is that she dug around so she could meet me; fine, lots of people do that, not only out-of-their-mind girls. Every time we spoke I realized more and more that this girl had issues, and since I grew fond of her I tried to help out as much as I could... and that's when all turn wrong. She had never tasted alcohol, and when she began drinking... she was unable to stop... so what do you get when you cross a drunk girl with issues with a cellphone with "habla pegao'"? You don't know? I'll tell you: A FUCKING CALL AT 3 AM IN THE MORNING FROM THE DRUNK GIRL WITH ISSUES!! Yeah, that's what you get... but since she is so nice it's not like she called just once to check in... no no, SHE CALLED EVERY TIME SHE GOT DRUNK!! And, just for the fun of it, how often do you think she got drunk? EVERY FUCKING WEEKEND!! And she kept calling no matter what!
But I don't care, I'm fine, I'm cooooooool baby... Until the day that Olgi answered my cell phone and told her to stop calling; she got pissed and on the next day she starts fighting and yelling and all because "I shouldn't have let Ogli pick up my phone"... that did it, there, in that exact moment, I lost my cool... And now she knows where she can shove her cellphone.
Guess what? Now she is left alone, everyone got tired of her. I pity her, but I can't do shit; why?
1.- Because of principles
2.- There is nothing that I've not already tried, this girl just isn't logical.
And on top of that, yesterday at 2:30am or so she called me, drunk I assume, but I didn't have a good reception and the call was lost.
Why do I trouble myself telling you this children? So you learn from me... when you realize that someone you know is a wacko, tell Olgi to pick up your phone.... now I'm off, I can't leave you lyrics because I have a wireless mouse and it just ran out of battery.... so... see ya!... or something like it.
Now, I want you to know that was not edited in any way, save for a couple of typos I corrected; but I didn't even bothered with making it clear that Olgi is a friend of mine. And, hey, that was not me at my best (or my worst), actually I used that blog to deal with my anger issues... But like I said, I do not want to be offensive. Not anymore I mean.
Join me next time! Maybe I can tell you about the second time I had a wacko on my tail.
What say you?
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