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“blah blah blah i drove 50 minutes for a meeting that wasn't there and grrr and oh btw anne u suk i didn't get lost and oh yeah i did fess stuff and the board is bootiful and jacky and dale and steve i wub u and want to giv u 2 oral and omg i pronounce "veterans" as "vetrans" lol accent and omg dale wub wub wub well done we rawk i hav a big penis and yay wub u all yay thank you thank you thank you yay”

Transcribed by: laylea

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superbus
Nov. 21st, 2005 05:17 am (UTC)
I've spent the last five days building a fucking message board from scratch. I am sick of the internet.

Now, I'm angry. Here goes.

No, I have NOT had the time to talk, OK! Five minutes becomes 50, and I just don't have it.

Now, I was going to get online yesterday, until I got your comments in Gunny's LJ. Frankly... you frighten me. I can't make an innocent comment without you turning it into something either sexual or about commitment. To be quite blunt, I've been getting stalker vibes from you for a while, and the last four emails in my box only confirm it.

No, I was NOT using you. I don't use people. But you scare me, and frankly, every fear I had is being proven now.

So yeah, maybe you SHOULD find another guy. Or a vibrator. Or SOMETHING. Because if you won't end this, I will:

I'm blocking you on both messangers, and defriending you from LJ. If I see another comment to open posts, I'll outright ban you. I've had it with this.

Now, I feel like an idiot, because I had real feelings for you. But yeah, even when I HAVE to get on a messanger nowadays, I don't WANT to, because I know you'll attack me. Here's a little hint: when I left an away message about not bothering me unless you were a Calgary fan from Vancouver, it was SOLELY to test you, to see if you'd ignore it. You did. That was the first giant red flag. Now, I feel like a fucking genius.

Yes, I cared about you. Yes, I had feelings for you. No, I did not use you. But yes, I am ending this, and yes, I feel like a god damned retard.

So there.
superbus
Nov. 21st, 2005 05:20 am (UTC)
Oh, and one more thing: you can say whatever you want about me, I know you believe I'm a bad man, but you know what? You'll let anyone talk you into that, because you're as easy to manipulate as a piece of wet paper.

If you take ANYTHING out of having known me: build your instincts. Because some people WILL use you.