Passive Aggressive Response

BLOGGING: The Top 5 Worst.

5. Ironic comment-leavery: You don't gotta do that. Really. Is it strange not to want unpleasant criticisms of my lifechoices, my thinking, or my writing, on my own page? Call me a weirdo.

4. 3D-->0D Stalkery: If I made the mistake of sharing this link with you ages ago when I realized neither how personal it would be, nor how preposterous YOU would be, please don't.

3. Cyberoblivion: My own lack of awareness when writing that this particular here Diary is for the world's eyes only.

2. Cyberignorance: My inability to know who is going to read this, search this, memorize bits of this to bring up in conversation.

1. Ultimate High Self Absorbency Towelettes: Hey! Don't skim this looking for something about yourself! You're not in here! It's boring! You'll be bored out of your mind! My life is boring to you- and YOU. Are BORING. To ME. That's right. I'll prattle away all day about my fantasies sooner than write about those few dull hours I wasted listening to you bullshit about your accomplishments. So move it along, please.

Extra Credit: Why Am I Doing This Again, Anyway??? I really don't know. I am an exhibitionist. I guess. I like that lovely people and writers from out here are interested... I like that. Knowing that it's engaging enough to read sometimes. Makes me write more. But again- PLEASE- if you're a real-life person and any of the above objections ring a bell- just QUIT IT, will ya?? Or don't. Keep on keeping on...

...But know that I know you're doing it, and I think you're an ass, and if that's your passive-aggressive way to get on my nerves, this is my passive-aggressive response for you to F off. Cool? Cool.

HI REALITY CHECK IDIOT

Hey guess what Sio, you're a f-ing stripper and a f-ing loser. You're never gonna have Julian. Try him. Tuesday. And you're never gonna be a musician. You're f-ing horrible.

Hi. Reality check.

I left my keyboard out on the curb.

Hopefully someone will smash.

LOVE AND LOSING

SCARLET O-D--KHEAD

From the Notebook of Anna Magdelena Bach-- Asshats.

********************************************************************************************************Meh, I know there are a couple typos and more than a couple thinkos, but I still think it sings.

Oh god and this asshat's music. I seriously, I cannot even describe, cannot even begin to do it justice...

But I'm damn sure gonna try:

Ok, it was like... Cleveland from Family Guy singing, a song to Loretta, that Chris from Family Guy wrote, from an episode about Quagmire from Family Guy's lovelife. Self-produced, ahem, on some sorta magic TOOLZ so brilliantly it made me and my kangaroo keyboard and Bluetooth mic feel like f'in Jon Brion. UGH!