As Seen On The Bathroom Wall

Or just pissed off people who have nothing else going in their lives.

I have apparently pissed off someone to such an extent, they felt the need to bombard my YIM box with IM after IM of vitriolic asshattery. It was annoying, really, to wake up at 5:30am and see in my offline box message after message from some numerical identity. Apparently all of the GOOD names have been taken. (I know who took them all...that fucking dog food pusball...)

Now, I'm not upset at what was said. I can guarantee you it takes a lot to upset me. (Live with my mother for a year and see if you don't develop a thick skin, too.) It's disturbing, though, knowing that someone out there is so deranged, so demented, so...hurt *tear* by something I did or SAID that they felt the need to act out in such a childish manner.

I'm not going to guess who it was. I could, and probably be right, but there's no need for it. What's done is done. I now know that I have affected someone so much so that they cannot leave it alone (as if we didn't know that already) and felt the need to stretch that hand across the internet to try and touch me back. Well sorry, oh spiteful hand o'douchebaggery. You're an insignificant peon whom should experience just that: being peed on. I reported you for spamming, but Yahoo being Yahoo, you'll probably just be given a warning. 47 times.

Of course, I'll still be here. Laughing at you.

BTW, the NEXT time you PM me, it's "COULDN'T" care less. Not "could". Could implies that you care. And I know you care. Otherwise my PM box would have only been filled with PMs from my friends. You know. The kind that don't have to pay for it.

Cheers!

I did it.

I stalked a congresswoman today.

Not just any congresswoman. MY congresswoman.

Her poor aide must have been nervousing herself something fierce, watching this little hapa-korean woman with a baby following her and Congresswoman Hirono around the Waimanalo Polo Field, eyes all focused and intent, stroller loaded with a diaper bag that looks like it could be carrying a bomb. Or 100 cans of spam.

I didn't even realize what I was doing until about 10 minutes in and I saw a man with an ear piece eye me out.

Oh yeah. The guy with the perpetual "stink eye" could go and talk to her, but not lil o' me. Then again, Mr. Stink Eye probably had a speck of dirt on his cornea, while I was literally trying to win the stare down contest with the aide.

You'd think, with all the luck I had with the Lt. Gov, and the Senator, that I'd be able to talk to Madam Congresswoman, but NOOOOOOO. Not even after a good 30 break was I able to get to have a small chat with this woman whom my homeroom teacher pined after way back in 94, when she was merely Lt. Gov to be. Maybe her outfit was making her hot. Long black dresses, even those with lavender trim, aren't suitable for mid-day heat. Perhaps it was the fact that Ann Kobayashi was there, trying to garner support for her mayoral bid? Who knows. (I know a secret...)

At the end of the day, though, I completely forgot about stalking her. Who wouldn't, what with one of our senators serenading us with a local favorite? It's not everyday that we're actually served by our politicians. I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.