I'm impressed, mystic webaster nailed it, says I am the internet, period, leaves me to take everything from there.
He says let's not promote troublewaits til this has been straightened out (??????), fine by me, site looks
like shit. the shit.
Ok, townfolk been harassing in newly strange and mortifying ways, vultures, treating me like software beyond their ken. Tragically obvious, I don't wanna look at that, I got it now, thanks. They think fuck, I should know this, uh-oh, clueless, uh-oh, she knows am clueless, wow guess I have a thoroughly unwarranted baseless and swaggering ego, and she still will not extend herself.
Fuckin right it pisses them off, next step:
Nice try. This what they taught you in college?
People like me
bring out the seething pit of compulsion in the good, well-adjusted people. Wanna fuckin interrogate me while light years away from the first fucking intelligent question?! Tryin to unwreck their psyches by wreckin mine. They have neglected theirs, I could care less. Don't take your bullshit out here, I'm busy starin at the wall.
How do hard, unsentimental people like me handle this nonsense? Makes me psychotic. That's a bad area. I see what happens to empty people when they're around me, I'm not interested, is none of my business, I understand the discomfort, is as interesting as the next dot.com billboard, a blight on my consciousness, absolute fuckin snore.
I know it's hard, it's supposed to be dipshit. You be the billboard ok, I'll be the internet, how does that make you feel?
Nothin pisses me off like being yanked into a matchbox that won't hold my clothes. These people went to college? What goes on in college, aren't people there taught to allow their perceptions to inform their actions, in other words, give spooky trouble some room to fall over, don't talk to me about me, I find it embarrassing. People act surprised to hear this. Nope, wrong again, I am not the one full of surprises today, go home, look at yourself, be, just go, you hurt me.
Ten minutes later and they're back. Very concerned about my erratic and incivil behavior. Is it the fight they want? Yes. Starving for genuine acknowledgement. This is so over-rated. Gimme a break, austin, talk amongst yourselves, thanx.
Meanwhile I have to learn wizzy wig, some website saving routine, sounds like one I should be able to manage
(retarded, your fault- see meltdown, thanx).
Thank god I hate my friends, thank god they understand that, they know what it's about, without this understanding there'd be blood on my walls. Why don't the good people get this? They're supposed to be helping, but are only interfering, that's all they do. Fuck with me. It's a bad area.
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