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In Case You Haven't Noticed

I don't give a shit what bluekittyminiatures or anyone else does with my picture. I knew when I posted it there was a possibility it would be right clicked and taken, but I did it anyway. I don't give a shit what you do with it, and if you think you are going to hold it over my head in the hopes that I will shut my mouth well don't hold your fucking breathe. I will shut up when I am good and fucking ready and not a moment before. Now take the damn thing and do whatever you want to with it. I don't care. Turn me into a porn star. Put my face in the middle of the Goatse guy's gaping asshole. I don't give a shit. Just don't let me find out that it was you who did it because you will never be able to post another fucking thing anywhere on the internet ever without it being right-clicked and fucked with as well, and I'm not picky about which of your friends and relatives I do it to. I mean I have after all done it myself to other people's pictures so the playing field has been leveled or whatever. All the fake PussDaddy blogs and photostopped pictures in the world don't make a bit of a shit of difference to me one way or another when it comes to me doing what I want to do.

For right now though I do like my comments turned off, as I don't really have time to converse in depth right now. I have one friend who is dying from lung cancer, another friend who is having surgery Friday that I am going to be helping, my best friend from high school just died last week, and I have another issue going on that I have alluded to, but not in depth. So right now not having comments works for me. I plan to blog at my own pace, and about what I want to blog about, in the manner in which I want to blog about it, just like I always have. And if I don't feel like doing it, I won't. My picture and what someone may do with it does not even figure into the equation as far as I am concerned. And if I feel like blogging about bluekittyminatures I will do that too. I'm a crazy ass bitch and I don't give a fuck. I have several unflattering blogs out there right now all about me, me, me, and I don't give a flying fuck about them either.

And no, I still don't really enjoy blogging. And yes I would rather not be doing it. And yes I would like to stop completely. But you know I still talk to many Etsians, and I even buy from them, and until I don't do that anymore I guess I will always be involved with Etsy in some capacity, whether I have an Etsy account or not. Until I close my twitter account anyway. I still do need stuff for gifts every now and then you know, even if I don't need stuff myself. Not that I really have to explain any of this to anyone in the first damn place-you just think I have to.


This bitch is truly insane. Do you see her threatening people's families? seems someone touched a nerve when they posted that bloated pig with the really bad hair. Score one for the blue kitty, 0 for someone who wears stretchy striped pants.

Knock Knock. Who's There?

What kind of neighborhood does this idiot live in?

It's almost shocking that she admits that she lives somewhere where homeless people walk around knocking on her door. The best part? This bitch is so lonely she invites him in and gives him money. Think she slid down her very large big girl panties and gave him a taste? I think so.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Knock Knock. Who's There?

Last night I was kicked back on the couch with my windows opened and my front door open so that a breeze could come through the screen door when I hear this light tapping and my cat Jasper took off running like a bat out of hell.

So I looked and this elderly black gentleman was knocking on my door. I say elderly but I am not sure how old he was. He had white hair though and looked to be late 50's or 60's. Anywho he was neatly dressed and pleasant looking so I went over to the door and talked to him through the screen without unlatching the door.

He starts this speil about he is so and so and I have probably heard of Hoop It Up (this is a program where kids do this basketball tournament contest thing to keep them busy and off the street) and that he is in charge of it and I have probably seen him on TV. And he points to his shirt where Hoop It Up or whatever was written on it, and then he says he has run out of gas at the convenience store down the street. He only needs to move his car or van or whatever up the street and he has no money on him and he is looking around and my house is the only light on so this must be where God led him.

And so I finally interrupt and ask "Do you need some gas?" and he says yes he does God Bless me if I help him out. So I went to my purse and fished around and came put with three $1 bills which I gave him. He was very grateful and walked off down the street to the convenience store and I closed my front door and locked it and said forget about a fresh breeze for now if people are going to wander up on my porch like this.

Anyway I honestly don't know who the guy is, if he is with Hoop It Up or not, if he is some guy from the half-way house up the street (a place where people out of jail and prison stay to transition back into society), or just some broke ass wino who was desperate or something. It really didn't matter much to me because he was the most polite and neatly dressed bum I have evern seen in a while if that is what he was-not to mention he could have just robbed someone or something instead of asking-plus I figure you have to be pretty desperate to knock on a stranger's door like that and what if it were me and I were really out of gas and needed help?
Even if he bought wine or cigarettes or whatever it's really the spirit in which something is given that counts most and not what someone does with what you give them, or at least that is what I believe anyway.

Anywho, it was still sort of annoying to be sitting at home minding your own business and have this sort of intrusion, an invading of your own private space if you will. I mean I rarely open my door but it would be nice to, but who wants to if people are going to knock and ask for stuff? I have had people knock and ask me for antibiotics before. It's crazy-I came upstairs and could see this person trying to look in my door window so I opened the door and was like what do you want, and they said antibiotics. Yeah right. There's a big black market for antibiotics, and don't you know lots of people just have extra bottles of them laying around? Whatever. Sometimes you would just like to sit at your own damn house and be and have everyone let you be is what I am trying to say. But this is just another example of how weird shit happens to me and still probably would even if I were a recluse. I hope the guy got whatever he needed and I hope what he needed really was gas.

Pam Has No Teeth!

Welcome to my new blog. Pam, yes that's her up there in the big fat sweater, well she's a worthless cunt. She lives to be a worthless cunt. What does she do? Probably sit on her fat ass all day and make up crazy shit about people. If you look at her blog you can see the really shitty paneling in her filthy house. Notice in her many photos she never ever smiles. She can't. She has a dental issue that prevents her from smiling. What does she buy? Well cheap shit nobody else cares about. What does she do? She doesn't have a job. She doesn't have a child. She has nothing. Notice you don't see photos of her husband. If you read her blog you will find out how full of hate she really is, how her educational skills lack and get this, ready? If she writes about people on her blog, she emails others begging them to comment. Then she will comment over and over again to make it look as though anyone is interested. I have all kinds of Pam Information. She's been kicked off the Etsy community pages because they hate her. She's a con job and she is jealous of anyone with even a remote talent because she has no talent. If you read her blog she's forever going on and on about selling something. She sells nothing, she is nothing. If you have photos of her, please feel free to forward them on and I will post them for you. She's from shit hiole Cicero, Illinois and never even finished high school. Oh the stuff I know! I will be posting here often and will only delete her remarks so feel free to post comments all day and all night long. Take Care!