and my relationship to Meg (and my brother) to the point that she is
wandering around asking cohorts to confirm her pet theory that Meg and
I are not actually related, or are half-sisters, that Meg & Dork are
obviously full-sibs, but I 'don't fit', so I am a half, step, adopted,
or something. Clearly. And she is telling it as if I told her, asking
to 'confirm' it.
WTF? Yes we are, first off, not that it is any of her business. I
suppose her presumption here is that Meg is really brilliant,
accomplished, respected, etc. (Meg does a lot more than just play
poker, I just do not really go into that here), and I am clearly so
different, but...what business is it of hers? The pettiness of people
floors me sometimes, and I never see it coming. Bwaah! Could everyone
just stop being batshit? Please? This is why I hate people. Go ahead
and do your worst, Fluffer; you are an amateur. I've survived worse
rumours. How the fuck old are we all again????
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You know what Ancodia? People call me the hermit because I love to be by my self with my cats and my writing. You have not visited me and listened to my radio serial. Shame on you!
I will! What is funny is that over the past week or so, each time I have attempted to listen, *something* interrupts; it is actually becoming funny at this point. For example, on Thursday I wrestled a free hour before class -- which I am rarely able to do -- went to my classroom 'cos I know it is empty then, and was happily reading email, news, and so forth. I start up Episode 1, and This Guy walks in (fifty minutes early!)and wants to talk. Sigh.
Never fear, though; I will. :-)
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