Just for information, like
I fucking hate you.
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posted by Katie at 4:35 pm
27 January 2008
About Me
- Name: Katie
- Location: Not Brighton Anymore, United Kingdom
I am a girl. I used to live in Brighton.
Press my button, please:
14 Comments:
Was it something I said?
Well, if you weren't referring to me,
then I can't help wondering as to what's
stopping you telling me that.
YYY
Hate is a very strong word.
Especially when preceded by I fucking...
Try talking straight, connecting, finding out; instead of assuming..
Or hang onto your hate.
Your choice.
Or is this 'being cryptic' style of yours just an excuse for cowardice?
If thine eye offend thee..
..stop lurking.
Ok.
This will be my last comment unless you respond... & if you don't respond within a week or so I will stop visiting your blog altogether.
I don't like visiting blogs when I know I'm not going to comment..
(It's like spying on your neighbours but never saying Hello!)
But more than that; I don't want to harass anyone.
That no me.
It took you long enough to tell me that, didn't it?(that's a rhetorical q..)
I'll take your word for it though; mainly because I simply want to.
If I told you I was only really concerned about you (ie; hate is usually very unpleasant for the hater), you probably wouldn't believe me so I won't bother..
Glad you responded though.
I didn't want to stop visiting your blog.
I like it, you f*cking #*&%$£ !
¦:¬þ
BTW: Your suggestion that you have to actually meet someone in the flesh in order to have feelings about them is patently nonsensical.
Blogland would be virtually empty if that were the case (not to mention the complete indifference we would have towards political leaders, celebrities, etc).
& the time it took you to respond & the language you used when you eventually did was more than a little revealing..
(when all I'd really done was ask questions & make suggestions).
So your response to my comments, although peppered with aggressive language, was only really a retreat under a deeper level of your own bull..
& I don't give a flying-turd if you say you care about this or not; I am simply informing you that I know..
& somewhere therein lies your original issue with me.
What do you tell yourself when you frequent blogs that you never leave comments on, anyway? -Disliking people & yet not being able to stop reading everything they say.. Lurking around in the shadows, hoping nobody will notice your sordid little habit.... Then getting yourself in a lather over what they say & needing to scream that frustration .... Wanting to be heard & at the same time not be held responsible for your feelings..?
That's kind of greedy, really, isn't it?
Always playing your cards close to your chest doesn't guarantee that nobody will work out what they are.
Your word against mine.
STALEMATE.
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Afternoon, Twit.
Some information which may assist you: my home computer is broken, so I have no internet access there, and am not really allowed to access my own blog at work.
Consequently my time on here and on other people's blogs is limited to weekends / evenings when I can get to internet cafes.
So I am not paying as close attention as I otherwise might be,
And I like the word fuck and its derivatives.
That's all.
I loves me expletives too.
It's all good.
I was out of my tree when I wrote that last comment, so it got a bit ranty.
I'm a fucking fruitcake!
I just get stuff in my head that I have to spit out sometimes; a bit like you ¦:¬)
You gonna be my Valentine then?
Maybe.
Chaucer invented Valentine's day, tho.
Anyone called Geoffrey should be regarded with suspicion, I suppose.
(I have no idea what your point is.)
My point is that Valentine's day is a literary creation.
A creation, you say?
Good gracious!
You mean it isn't a force of nature like gravity, electromagnetism or blogging!?
X
I like literary constructs. I never said I didn't.
I never said you said you didn't.
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