So by now, I think it’s safe to say that I’ve proven my gender … though it still apparently isn’t good enough for the a-hole who hides behind an anonymous email like a scrotum-less gine. After posting that video, I got a new email from the big meanie-head saying not only that my boobs were fake but that I am definitely a girl … an ugly one with an gross nose and bad breath, to be exact.
Well, okay … my thoughts?
- My boobs are way too saggy to be fake … it’s called a really good bra, dummy
- The only thing I got from my father was his big German nose; I have hated it all of my life and am still pinching pennies to get a nose job … so thanks. Thanks for that.
- How can you smell my breath from there?
- Are you really that much of a coward that you can’t at least insult me using your real identity?
So now I’m real fucking paranoid that this person is someone that I’ve grown close to here. Like … is it someone I’ve been Skyping? Emailing? Texting? Cyber-stalking? If it’s not, then I don’t give a shit … but if it is someone that I have gotten to know, then I would actually be kind of hurt. Meh.
What a candyass greaseball.
Luckily for me & my mood though, it’s Easter. Yeah, I’m one of those Agnostics that celebrate all of the major Christian holiday’s. I crept out of my crusty basement to visit my parents and eat their Easter dinner. I made them hunt for the eggs that I colored last night, and even got Peep’s and Cadbury eggs from the Easter Bunny to drown my sorrows with.
So while I’m tempted to go down the bottle of cheap wine in my basement-roommate’s fridge because of shithead’s comments … I’m going to enjoy my day instead. Suck it, twerp.
Happy Easter (or just Sunday) to everyone else!