FUCK YOU! (Not you... YOU!)
2003-12-08 at 6:33 a.m.
I awoke early this morning, as a result of consuming two cups of the best chocolate coffee I've ever had, late last night... only to find this comment in my comments sections:
Comments:
me - 2003-12-08 07:14:40
I'm getting sick and tired of reading about your house it's all you talk about!!!!! You rich snobs with all your money like to make us poor people feel guilty and bad!!!!!Write about something else!!!! >:( and no more pictures
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I elected to regain my composure before responding. I wrote an email to B and figured I would address the nasty comment later. While I was engrossed in my emailing, evidently a second comment was left:
me - 2003-12-08 07:22:57
and by the way you wouldn't even have all the money for a fancy house if your father hadnt of died!!!!!!
Okay. First things first. Me being me, I have to first address the punctuation and grammatical errors. I suspect the owner of such comments either A) is academically challenged or B) has not yet entered second grade where such knowledge is acquired. I'm all for freedom of speech and I welcome comments, however unfounded and ridiculous they may be. However, please brush up on simple grammatical rules and ask your nearest seven year old where to properly capitalize and punctuate. Thank you, The Management...
Second. Grow some balls. If you have something to say to me or about me, leave a genuine way in which I may reply to you. Otherwise, smearing you on a public forum, such as this, is my only option. Anonimity is for losers.
Next. Since you are obviously too stupid to notice, this diary is MINE. I will say whatever I Goddamn well choose and if you don't care for the content, kindly fuck off and feel free to kiss my white ass on your way out. I'll have it out and ready.
Next point. Please check your facts before you spew forth stupidity. It was in fact, my father in law who passed away a year ago, not my father, who thankfully is alive and well. This comment tells me two things... that you've read my diary long enough to know that someone died and left my family a large sum of money and that you're too fucking stupid to remember who.
Let me tell you something else... my husband and I have worked our asses off to have earned the home we are about to purchase. It's a goal toward which we've worked for decades, likely before you were so unfortunately spawned. Not that our financial portfolio is any of your's or anyone else's business, the monies being used towards the down payment of our beautiful home came from the equity of the sale of our former home. The gift given us by K's father only secured the loan and it didn't come into play when figuring money needed to purchase the property.
We work like slaves to get by, just like anyone else. We are far from rich and consider the money we have to be the security we never would have otherwise known, not wealth or way of making other less fortunate feel beneath us. I still bounce checks and roll pennies for gas like most of you probably do, too.
Oh and one final note... since you're so opposed to reading about my house, this is for you:
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