You know what I fucking hate, folks?
If this is your first visit case, then welcome. Sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up and have yourself a Caucasian. And if manual dexterity is your gig then you might want to think about getting one together.
If this is not your first visit then you'll be aware that there is in fact a whole load of shit that I fucking hate. Here's the first three that pop into my head as I write: Rugby, instant coffee (what's the point of you, what's your fucking point?) and the concept of car insurance.
But when it comes to blogging, and blogs and bloggers, there's one thing that really works me up, that bums me right out. It's fucking bloggers who blog about blogging. I generally try to avoid even using the word, preferring 'bleugh' as that sound is closer to the sound of vomit and vomit is what most blogs are. It might be fragrant, it might be fucking hilarious and it might be profound but the personage that will be most interested in the vomit will be the vomiter. Let me step outside the vomit metaphor for just one second and move to shit so that I might quote Archie from Cormier's 'The Chocolate War': 'Everyone likes the smell of their own shit, Carter.'
Back to the vomit. Nobody reads and rereads Stranded on Gaia like I do, nobody but Gimme gets just how fucking funny and insightful I truly am. So while the act of the bleugh is in itself the act of a loser, a bleugher, the idea of blowing chunks about chunk blowing makes me want to blow those chunks most of all.
And so, with my trademark hypocrisy, I give you a bleugh about my bleugh. Or more specifically, about the comments on my bleugh. It's time I cleared up my policy on comments, get going with the trendy unmuddied lake look on what is that I will allow and what it is that I will be wiping from the face of my bleugh like so much spilt man custard. I will be deleting the following:
Racism? Bring it on, we'll take you on or ignore you. Personal attacks on me and my family? It's all fucking made up, folks, I'm a black lesbian without a family, so you won't be bothering me. Condescension? I'm a big boy now, folks, I can take it, condescend away. You know what? I won't even be censoring bad spelling and grammar. I'm that fucking broadminded.
Just like it says down the bottom, folks, I am the comment whore and if there's a trick out there I'll be turning it. Gimme does not discriminate.
Single Minded Way
1 week ago