Thursday, March 10th, 2005 (5:27 PM)

Music - Everything To Everyone, by Everclear

Jes = retard Tsunami = anonymous said it = PooBAH = clueless -----> all 3 combined = Ivan ROFL rest of ya'll are buncha gay fools hahaha

Anonymous #2 | 03.10.05 - 3:45 pm

I finally realized why I write this blog. It's so I can meet logical geniuses like Mr. Illinois here. For future reference, this sign (=) means "equals." So whatever you meant by "anonymous said it = clueless," I hope it gives you a hardon, since it's wasted on me.

By the way? I think you mean "y'all." Your apostrophe has an immigration issue.

I have a ridiculous story about mon camarade de chambre but I don't really feel like typing it all up right now. Besides, the story goes better with sound effects. Call me.

--Tsunami

Monday, March 7th, 2005 (12:18 AM)

Music - Rakuen, by Ken Hirai

I just got home from work and 23098 people messaged me to tell me that some coward left me a lovely anonymous comment.

Shameful things like this one happen to pathetic sluts like you. Is Will the latest of your play toys? Poor him. Being unfaithful, playing with them, and lying to them is bad enough, Cherry. Worthless women like you eventually get what they deserve. I'd gladly give you the beating you deserve next time I see you, at least.

Anonymous | 03.07.05 - 6:10 pm

Well gee whiz, I had to check it out. And whaddaya know? This absolutely charming fellow posted his comment from Vancouver. However, I suspect that the writer of the comment is actually from Puerto Rico. The awkward, strangely phrased English sounds exactly like the English of everybody's favorite male-chauvinist-self-centered-overly-demanding Puerto Rican loser, Ivan! But I'll call him Mr. Vancouver anyway. So Mr. Vancouver, I have a few things to say to you.

First of all, I can't believe you read that entire story in my last post and didn't even crack a smile. You just read a thoughtful, organized account of hilarious real-life silliness, and all you can think about is how I'm a slut. Please. You must have NO sense of humor.

Now secondly, let's talk about that "slut" comment. You said, "Shameful things like this one happen to pathetic sluts like you." Let's think about that. What happened to me was an accident. Regardless of whether or not I am a "slut," accidents happen to all people. Now, let's say for argument's sake that I am not a slut. Let's say that I have married the only man that I ever slept with. Now let's say that I wanted to surprise my husband with the same surprise. Couldn't this still happen? So WHAT in the WORLD makes you think this type of thing only happens to "sluts"? Isn't it obvious that it could happen to anyone? Didn't think of that, did you? Didn't think at all, did you?

Third, let's address this: "Is Will the latest of your play toys? Poor him. Being unfaithful, playing with them, and lying to them is bad enough, Cherry." What's this? It sounds like you've been played in the past! Oh gee you sound so BITTER about it too. Sounds to me like somebody smarter than you broke your heart and you're still hurting about it. Who is this lucky lady who was unfaithful to you, played with you, and lied to you? I'm not usually one to revel in another's pain, but seems to me like you deserve it today. So let me ask you, does your stomach still turn when you think of this girl who played your sorry ass? Do you still beat yourself up for being so into her that she had the power to rip your tender emotions to shreds? Wouldn't it be funny if that person who broke your heart was me? That would be too good to be true! Oh the humor would be too much to bear!

And the fourth part of your inspiring comment was this, "Worthless women like you eventually get what they deserve." So far it does seem like I have what I deserve. A good job (if you're Ivan, I know you don't have a halfway decent job), a great relationship (if you're Ivan, your mentally unstable ass couldn't hold a relationship), a loving family (if you're Ivan...enough said), and most importantly, happiness. Can you say that much for yourself? Is your life miserable? Aren't you getting what you deserve?

Fifth and last part. "I'd gladly give you the beating you deserve next time I see you, at least." If what you really want is a fight, I'd be glad to oblige you. If you're who I think you are, it's pretty clear that I can't compete with you physically. So let's go. You come over here and we'll fight. You can beat me to a bloody pulp, "at least" so you can prove to yourself what a big man you are. You can take out your frustrations like a civilized man by pounding someone smaller than you are. Then, you can take your punishment like a civilized man by rotting in jail. Wouldn't that be fun? So if you want to keep it real and do like you say, I'm up for it. Come over here. Let's fight. We'll see who's laughing at the end. And if you don't show up to fight me? We'll all know what a loudmouth little bitch you are.

--Tsunami and PooBah are in a very happy together, an adjective which in no way applies to the aforementioned lamer

Saturday, March 4th, 2005 (7:39 PM)

Music - Ruthless, by Something Corporate

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Kay, onto other things please. There's work and plenty of it, blah blah. I don't think you really want to hear about that. So here's a funny story instead. Actually it's mildly frightening.

So it used to be February, and in February, there was a Monday that was Valentine's Day. To celebrate this delicious commercial holiday, I had a special plan for my boyfriend, Will. More exactly, I was working on Valentine's Day, so I told him I'd make it up to him by visiting him the coming Saturday. Unbeknownst to him, I was going to actually show up on a Thursday while he was out at class and surprise him. I thought it out weeks ahead and by the weekend before Valentine's Day, I had bought everything I needed. I had prepared some little tealight candles, and one big scented candle. I had some completely-unlike-me-but-sure-to-please undergarments prepared. This was gonna be fun!

That weekend before Valentine's Day, Will tells me that after his classes finish for the day at 1 pm, his dad was going to take him out to lunch. Good, so then I'd have some more time to prepare. Will also said that he would come visit me on Tuesday. Dandy, it would be nice to see him after a long day of work.

My surprise day was blown. Instead of visiting me on Tuesday like Will says, HE surprises ME by showing up on Monday. That little monkey beat me to the punch! How dare he, right? Right?! Man, I was in a tight spot. If I surprised him on Thursday, I would look like I'm doing what's been done. If I did nothing, that would hardly be fair. So, I consulted my favorite consultant, Jes. She said to do it anyway. Therefore, I did.

I woke up early on Thursday morning and called Will to make sure he woke up to go to class. He did. I took a train to Edison and walked the 2 miles from the station to his apartment. His apartment was in a complex of other completely identical buildings. I had to look into each one to figure out which one was his. As I was looping in and out of identical apartment buildings, I passed a bus stop. Guess who I saw at the bus stop? Eugene Kiselev. Somebody from my high school was NOT who I wanted to encounter. I ducked my head, pulled my hair over my face, pulled a limping but fast gait, and hauled ass away from him. I don't know if he saw me. I just hope he doesn't read this blog. That would be funny.

After having been one-uppped by my boyfriend, having to walk in the freezing cold to his apartment, ducking a high school acquaintance, and walking into the wrong apartment multiple times, I got to Will's place. I cleaned up his papers and his books, threw out his old bottles and cans, arranged his desk and bed, got dressed in some cute stuff, and waited on his bed for him to come home. A little bit after 2 PM, I hear his front door open and I hear his voice. I hear footsteps towards his bedroom door, so I'm totally pumped to surprise Will. Guess who walks through the door? Will's father.

! ! !

Will's dad walks out and Will walks in a few seconds later. Will developed a pretty surprised expression on his face too. Yup. This one is hard to live down for both Will and me.

On a completely different note, I really like tangerine jelly beans. I do.

--Tsunami, the shamed