I have stayed quiet all night and into this morning. I have not said anything provocative since the last “big” post I made early yesterday afternoon. The obsessive “post counting” of how many times in the interim that I posted about you or your website can and is attributed to me choosing to respond to your inanity here instead of over in your den of iniquity. So basically they are glorified comments. And since you seem to be so fond of counting as a form of obsession, lets take a look at that count, shall we? Yesterday, I made 10 posts on my site about you. You posted 100+ times on your site about me. Obsession…yah…Calvin would be proud.

Last night, my husband decided to respond to you all about what had been going on during the day when he was unable to visit the site while at work. I asked him not to, and we talked about it at great length which is why it took him so long to make that response. And he tried to be nice about it. What he got for his efforts was having his account deleted by “someone” over there. He sent a message to the site’s owner, asking if, since he was having trouble logging in, he had been banned. The response was swift, but altogether unconvincing. I’m paraphrasing here: “Hmmm…not that I know of. Did you try the ‘forgot password’ thing?”

Huh…you know…I may be just a lowly LJ user, but the last time I checked, if you forget your password while trying to log in, your username doesn’t disappear from the database and your user icon doesn’t disappear from your posts. But I could be wrong…I don’t speak binary.

He then tried logging in my account to test a theory and sure enough, my account was deleted as well. So, even though I invited you all to say whatever you wanted to say with the knowledge that nothing would be blocked, filtered, or banned, you chose instead to stay in your little cubby hole and play “Let’s make fun of the fat girl with stupid, uncreative, and ultimately sad fat jokes that my 4 year old told me.” And then, instead of taking your lumps when the criticism started hitting a little too close to home, you banned the accounts. I bet you were the kids who kicked other kids in the shins on the playground when you were little and then took your ball and went home.

You said I “freaked out”, “went off my nut” and some other things that I’m just not interested enough in to find out exactly about after my “satiric review” was posted. (Oh, just as an aside… “satiric”…that doesn’t mean “Half Assed”. Just an FYI) Well, lets look at that for just a second. There were 2 initial posts made by me as a form of response to my “rev…” you know, I’m not even going to use that word anymore because it just doesn’t qualify. Instead I’ll use “peek”. That’s better. Ok…There were 2 initial posts made by me as a form of response to the “peek” at my journal. One was a review of my own. The other was a review of the “peek”. The only difference between what I wrote in those 2 initial posts and what you do every day to countless people was the length of mine. Mine was an actual review.

And hey…it was “satirical”. Get it? It shouldn’t be taken seriously. Get over it.

I posted these “satirical” reviews on my own site. Then, because I knew that if they were seen by a member of Team Bitchslap but were not “advertised” on their site, the response would be that I didn’t have the balls to come and post about it myself. Much in the same manner as Queen B tried to put down someone who made a comment on their own site about the PPGirls template but didn’t bother to inform them that it was there.) So instead, I moseyed on over there and told them that it was there if they felt the need to look. And they did. Never once did I say anything about anything (except to note that the color of the comment box was the same as the border around my page).

That is when the “freaking out” started, and not by me. So tell me this…how is what you are accusing me of doing any different than what you actually did? I mean come on! It was “satirical”. Get over it. It wasn’t to be taken seriously. And the majority of the responses that ensued came yesterday at well over 100 (probably closer to 150) and less than probably 2 were made by me. So who kept it going? You all did. You called me a baby, and said I was obsessed, but out of the 200+ comments that are attached to that “peek” report, how many of them are mine? How many times did you say that I needed to let it go? And how many times after one of those comments did one of you start it up again? Things were dead, or at the very least dying, until annie felt that it needed to be resuscitated because she didn’t have a chance at the feeding frenzy the night before. And because she couldn’t think of anything clever to say that hadn’t already been beaten to death, she pulled out her amazing Twinkie Gun and fired off a creamy-filled shot in my direction. So who kept it going?
I have not said anything since early yesterday afternoon, yet there are about 40 more comments on the page since that time. Who has kept it going?

I was supposedly off my nut and psycho and over the line….but never once did I even try to get personal with anyone. What does the fact that I’m fat have to do with whether or not my blog sucks? I mean seriously…what has that got to do with anything? Does my blog look fatter because I’m fat? (I’m sure the answer to that will be a resounding ‘yes!’ along with another offering of Twinkies). And I have to say to BB’s poor excuse for a human being husband: That was very clever there…using the numbers on the end of my name to do a sort of ‘word play’ and get a fat joke in there. Since you’re known as “Mr. BB”, does that mean that you are lacking a penis? Because any man who is known by his wife’s name obviously has some pecker issues.

See? Now what is the point of getting personal? That is not enjoyable…that is not clever…it just makes you look like a shmuck.

What does whether or not I have to wax my upper lip have to do with whether or not my blog sucks? Does my blog look hairier because you feel that I need to wax my upper lip?

Someone posted at some point since 12:30 last night that they couldn’t believe this was still going on. Um…dear….I haven’t said a word (here or there) since yesterday afternoon. Who is keeping it going??
You cannot handle it when your own drama is dished back out to you. Your “reviews” are “satirical”…I still haven’t gotten an answer to my question about whether or not the good ones should not be taken seriously as well. When someone stands up to you, or disagrees with you, you turn into a pack of wild dogs chewing on a week old carcass. When you run out of things to beat to death about the thing you’re supposed to be talking about, you turn it into a personal assault. Yet I’m the one being childish. You tell someone over and over again to let it go, yet half a dozen of you have managed to send the post count on this one review to over 200. My husband’s posts together with mine are probably less than 20. I’m the one who’s being obsessive. Yet after I stop commenting on your site and bring it over to my own, you continually surf your way over here to read what I’m writing and then go back into hiding to feed off of each other and keep it going. One of you actually managed to find the link to post a comment here but didn’t leave your name. Chicken shit is all that is. If you desire to leave a comment in the future, bring your balls (or your cunt) with you and post your fucking name. Don’t hide behind your anonymity and think you’re being cute and clever.

And the next time you want to tell a fat joke, try to be a little more clever than the kid I hit in the face with my lunchbox in kindergarten for pulling my hair. At least he left a lasting impression.

Oh, and it isn’t my fault if you cannot read or string together a complete set of coherent thoughts you ignorant pansies.

Posted by: Avitable

I've never seen someone who's not obsessed be so obsessed.

I could probably stop being "so obsessed" if you all would stop reading/commenting about me. You'll notice that since my last "big" post, I haven't said anything unless you all have said something first.

Posted by: annie

Woo-hoo! We rate SEVEN diatribes, I mean posts, (so far.)

I was worth MY OWN post!
Neener!

*does happy dance*

Better watch those *action* things there, annie...one of the bitches doesn't like them...or at least that's what she said in someone's review awhile back. It seems to be a bit rabid over there...you might get a leg bitten off if they decide to turn on you.

Posted by: madbull, Esq.

Ahum, I had to stalk... of course. Feedreaders aare nice aren't they.

I am glad she found a new pleasure in life and she doesn't stop amazing her
world. I mean what could be more creative than giving IT2M an own 'mood'
and tag.
But I am glad for her. Her main page looks a lot better already. The only
thing that captured me on her page was what her brain said. Most brainfarts
were 'crappy' and 'empty'. Now it all looks better. IT2M gave her
something to live for... and to post about. I wonder if she hears voices and
writes to them or just entertains herself.

Wow, bull...that's the first reasonably cognitive thing you've written. Did somebody write it for you?

Posted by: annie

Cat-
She can't afford to PAY for a real review, so she expects IT2M to do her
bidding for FREE!!!
She can't afford to pay, cuz that would dip into her twinkie fund!!!

oh..oha...ohahahahahahaha! That is so clever! "Let me see now...hmmm...I need to prove that I'm not an idiot like I demonstrated by not being able to spell her name right even though it's right in front of me...hmmm...how can I appear to be clever? I KNOW! SHE'S FAT! I'LL MAKE A TWINKIE JOKE!! YES!!"

score!

oh yeah...and since it's been established that I *did* let it go BB, exactly what was your point? My blog is my blog and nobody is holding a gun to your head to come on over here and read it. If that poor bastard Mr. BB would have told you by now to let it go, or get a grip or whatever maybe you should get him on the horn.


not only do you have your own tag!! You have your OWN MOOD ICON!!

This is probably going to turn into a series or something...

They are repeatedly bouncing over here to check on what I'm doing...I don't know whether to feel loved or stalked.

Bitter Bitch made a comment about how nobody is commenting here on my site about my posts...but there are plenty of comments going onto their site about my posts...hmmm...still no sign of that ballsac huh?

And I'm not sure what the whole point is of dissecting the word 'design'...but it was clearly stated that I said that Dave designed the template and what I actually said was that Dave made the graphics. I'd still like to see that quote please. But perhaps it isn't laziness after all...he's just too busy opening up dictionary.com to make a completely nonsensical point. Perhaps before you try to read an English language blog, you should first learn how to speak the language…and I’d like it noted for the record, oh hell fuck it. My character is dead anyway at this point I really could give 2 shits what people think of me, note nothing. Don’t talk about me until your fucking chopped up shit makes sense. K?

You know what I love? I love it when people call you names…like cunt and stupid bitch and the like, impugning your intelligence, all the while making it VERY clear that they themselves are devoid of any and all brain function. The fury continues over at it2m.com over my seemingly insignificant little area of the internet. Things were, read: WERE, pretty much over until somebody named ‘annie’ decided that since she didn’t get a chance to nip at my ankles, like one of those annoying little furballs that Paris Hilton carries around in her purse, last night that she would do it today. So she called me psycho, saying I use it as a screen name. In the 8+ years that I have been using this name, I have yet to meet one single solitary dickweed idiot that doesn’t notice, when trying to use my name to insult me, that there is no fucking ‘h’ in there. WTG! Are you going to be spelling bee champ next year? *thumbs up!* Anyway, she also said she found it amusing that I was complaining about the length of time it takes the site to load on dial-up. One thing that REALLY burns my ass is when people start attributing comments to me that I never made. It is also seemingly one of the cardinal rules/sins of the site as it appears on the “Idiot” disclaimer page about not flaming someone for a comment they made until you are sure they are actually the one that made it.

I pointed out to her (and anybody else reading) that I didn’t make the comment but that my husband did, and that maybe she should go back and read the Idiot page.

I got flamed. Apparently correcting someone by quoting what I originally said to show them their error is defined in Cattyland as ‘scapegoating’. Apparently I made my husband the scapegoat when I pointed out that someone doesn’t know how to read.

Do they have a Sylvan Learning Center anywhere near you? Because you might want to check it out.

Then I get called a cunt and a dumb bitch and told to have my brain tumor removed by someone who cannot even type the word ‘read’ without spelling it ‘erad’ for yet another comment that I never made. It says in my post that Dave made the graphics. Somehow that turned into me saying that Dave designed the template. I really wish someone…ANYONE!…would show me where I said that because I’d really like to see it. When I pointed out to this modern day sophisticate that I never said it, he said he was too lazy to go quoting my own words back to me and that’s probably a good thing because he would never find those words to quote.

Aside from the post I made here, which I made no attempt to hide and spoke directly to them since I know they are probably still reading it *waves*, I had let this go. Even though they were all up bright and early this morning saying I would be back to whine and calling me a troll, I didn’t say anything. Except to refute a troll accusation that is. But I did not attempt to stir the pot. I have dealt with entirely enough character assassination for today doled out by people too blinded by their own brilliance to actually see the words other people write to them clearly enough to make an intelligent conversation consisting of anything other than mud slinging and ill-conceived and incoherent diatribes. You all were amazed by me yesterday? I’m amazed by you today. I invited all of you to post your comments on my site, which is more than I can say for any of you. I told you I was waiting for any and everything that you had to say and didn’t care if you posted it on your own site as long as you posted it here as well. But when you’ve been hiding in the shelter of your close knit community for so long in relative safety, and become such big fishies in such a wittle bitty pond, I guess the ballsac just kinda shrivels up and heads north huh? I have no filters or limits on those who comment on my posts. Any and all comments are encourage, invited and welcome. I rarely filter any posts because I don’t feel I have anything to hide. I’m here and I’m me and this is what there is. I made some valid points, and in a more rational manner today, and I still got the same head-butting, “WE FEAR CHANGE!” attitude that I got last night. So you can have your site back. You can blame me for the drama that ensued today even though I never said a word to anybody until provoked. You can call me whiny, and a troll, and a cunt, and whatever else it is that your big fish in small pond brain tells you will be the most hurtful. But unfortunately for you, it isn’t. I’m sure that if any of you actually read this, you want have the sac to post here, but instead will slink back to your quiet, black little sanctuary and play a nice game of ‘Cut Up The Whiny LJ Chick’ and that’s fine because in all honesty, it’s just really really sad.

Good luck.

I guess some people are touchy…

( And then she called me an asswad… )

I got ass raped today!!*does snoopy dance of joy* I would say bitchslapped, but alas...that did not happen. All the bitch slaps were gray....And before I get the stock "You submitted, take your licks" schtick, let me just say that I KNOW THAT! I'm simply exorcising my free speech demons :P

So, submitted for your consideration, ( My review of your review )

As I mentioned awhile ago, I submitted this journal to a blog review site. The people that do reviews there are self-proclaimed Bitches. They have names like "Bitter Bitch", "Princess Pottymouth", "Bitch, Esq.", and my personal favorite..."MercilessMinx", who was kind enough to grace "My Little Slice Of Heaven" with her presence today.

( If I don’t put this behind a cut, everyone on my friends list is going to hunt me down and shoot me. )