I was writing something down on paper and actually expected a red squiggly line to show up on anything I spelt wrong.
Fri, Aug. 19th, 2011, 03:09 pm
WHAT ARE YOUR TUMBLRS?
I WANT TO FOLLOW YOU GUYS THROUGH BMJM.
Sun, Aug. 7th, 2011, 07:15 pm
1. Instead of declaring that I'm spreading lies, how about presenting evidence/ counterarguments as refutation? Oh wait, that's because you have none.
2. "Correct ppl"? Another vague yet inordinate claim used to scare me. Looks like someone's been taking pointers from Moo (who threatened to notify the authorities on us a year ago... still haven't heard a thing) .
3. Hospital reports? I'll wait for you to fix those up on photoshop, too.
4. Reposting your "artwork" isn't copyright infringement. Removing the signature off of someone else's artwork and digitally imposing your own probably is, though.
Is that all?
I like to be the dumbest person in the room, so when someone's idiocy surpasses mine, I have to call them out on it. The latest fool to get on my nerves is "a********t" on twitter, who goes by ***** and claims to be Madonna's cousin, though that isn't the wildest of her lies.
A while back, it had spread throughout the Michael Jackson "community" on twitter that this woman had gotten into (and lost) a brawl with some man after heroically defending Michael Jackson's legacy. It instantly struck me as a ploy for attention because not only was the story itself so outrageous, but something very similar had happened in an MJ community where some shitty artist faked an illness/ trip to the hospital, then posed as a friend to announce it to the community. Several worried members went out of their way to make sure the girl was alright only to find out she was lying all along.
Likewise, when one of A "friends" tweeted about the altercation, many of A twitter friends contacted hospitals to look for her. They came up with nothing, yet were too dimwitted to find it suspicious. Later on, A returned to twitter, seeking attention and consolation, by sharing this photo of her supposed bruised knee.
Ouch! You'd definitely feel sympathy for whomever endured the pain which resulted in that. Of course, remaining very suspicious of the whole deal, someone decided to search for "bruised knee" in Google Images and guess what came up?Notice the dates.
The owner of the blog was contacted and was equally as shocked that A would claim her photo as her own. Both Aand her "friend" who reported the incident were confronted. Obviously, they denied with excuses on top of excuses that we weren't buying. The remainder of the #mjfam ignorantly dismissed it and everyone moved on.
So, it wasn't until recently that good ol' Trailergirl tweeted some of A art work. The majority of her stuff is poorly photoshopped pictures of the Jackson's that she insisted where oil painting masterpieces. She would also photoshop the pictures on various easels she found on Google images to further "prove" these were hand crafted works of art and not .jpegs put through a PS filter.
We had a good laugh over it until I came across art that I recognized... paintings that belonged to other artists that she was passing off as her own.
edited out Nicole Wang's signature in the copy above. She has done the same to Dan Lacey's art as well as several other artists.
Everything about this whole situation disgusts me. The fact that she even refers to herself as an artist is beyond laughable. A true artist knows plagiarizing a fellow artist's hard work in never acceptable. A true artist knows not to take the easy way out by running a picture through photoshop and then telling people you achieved it through a medium that takes years of practice and large amounts of skill to perfect. I hate to sound like a pretentious art snob because I'm not, but many of my friends are talented artists who barely get any of the recognition they deserve with their work, and this fraud tricks so many of these unbelievably retarded MJ fans that she's had her "art" displayed in galleries or that she actually gets paid for her creations.
Really, gurl? What "Create Your Own Billboard/ Art Gallery/ T-Shirt" software did you use for this?
Trailergirl and I have contacted a few of the rightful owners of the work she has plagiarized and I hope they take action very soon. This "woman" has issues and she's got another thing coming if she thinks I'm not going to expose them for my own cruel pleasure. :)
I love dairy products. My digestive system does not. One drop of lactose gets into my stomach and my bowels go haywire.
Let me list all the dairy I had today.
Snack: Ice Cream
Dinner: Fettuccine Alfredo
Late Treat: Two Starbucks Mocha Frapps
As delicious as it all was, I regret everything. I can't even describe how putrid my farts have been all day. I wish I could compare them to rotten eggs but that would be far too modest.
And I get that annoying sporadic rumbling in my tummy that just will not settle down. I want to die right now. Lawd hammercy on my soul and asshole. Amen.
Mon, Jul. 18th, 2011, 11:11 pm
Is it pathetic that I got sad from watching a porno because one of the guys looked like this girl I used to be friends with in the 7th grade until she suddenly decided to stop being my friend and I still have no idea why? lol It's weird how shit like that still hurts 10+ years later.
Thu, Jun. 30th, 2011, 02:21 pm
I FIND IT HILARIOUS THAT I HAVE A PAID ACCOUNT THAT NO ONE IS PAYING FOR!!!
Wed, Jun. 22nd, 2011, 12:05 am
I just watched a 50+ year old hag have an orgasm, thanks to an instructional "Anal Massage" video and my own boredom.
Though I discovered this video on a pon site, it was actually very clinical. They presented diagrams, researched evidence, interviews with various "doctors", and of course, demonstrations. I can't honestly say I didn't seek out a video of sort to begin with; I don't know why but sometimes I enjoy watching massage videos (pornographic or not). They rarely excite me sexually... if anything I find them more relaxing and entertaining. Weird, I know, but if there are porn studios that exist, with the sole purpose of making ~erotic massage videos~ then I can't be the only one watching them!
There is nothing sexy about the video, considering that its stars consist of middle aged hippies and fat lesbians, but I could see how performing the act on a sex partner could be erotic. Knowing myself and my sense of humor, getting past the awkwardness of completely focusing on a butthole would be diffiult... but I'm sure after a while, I could find something like that pleasurable, whether I'm giving or recieving it.
I mean, you hear these people come on the screen going on and on about how they experience spiritual revelations from their earth shattering tantric massage orgasms (mostly women, though), and it sounds like some fucking horse shit they dreamt up after tripping on acid, but at the same time, it makes someone like me very curious and intruiged.
Well, I don't know why I wrote this.
Last night, I was treated to romantic dinner at a swanky Mediterranean restaurant and instead of indulging in rich conversation and intimacy, we spent the majority of the time stalking a young straight couple at the table across from us.
The girl was what I like to refer to as "goofy cute": Moderately attractive but with a some goofy features/ characteristics that kind of knock her down from a firm 7 to about a 6 on the 1 to 10 scale of hotness. In her case, her teeth were kind of jacked up, she had a soccer mom haircut, and she was wearing a fucking turtleneck sweater on a date! The guy had a very nerdy appearance: Glasses, side swept gelled hair, a button-down shirt that was too tight, and old man loafers. An ~artistic interpretation~ of what I saw.
By analyzing their body language and interactions, I could assess that this was a first date but they had probably known each other (co-workers, friend of a friend, online dating services) prior that evening.
Though we were not close enough to their table to hear their conversation, we used that to our advantage and narrated their story for our entertainment.
There was a lot of drink sipping and forced chuckles whenever they were stuck in a puddle of awkward silence. There was a good amount of eye-contact aversion on the girl's part. I noticed the guy's foot fidgeting when the belly-dancer shimmied her way toward their table and how desperately he tried not to even turn his neck to even stretch in case she was just around the corner. (The belly dancer was unbelievably hot btw. My guy and I were even ogling at dat ass)
The only thing that could have made it any better would be humorous thought bubbles, "Blind Date" style.
It's difficult to remain inconspicuous when you're literally spying on someone who is a mere 10 feet away from you, but we got away with it unnoticed. I don't know how to end this post.