Bitch on the Blog

March 16, 2014

Let it stand on its own

Filed under: Amusement,Communication,Ethics — bitchontheblog @ 12:33

In case you need a character reference do look no further than what I received this morning, in response to my last post, the one I was lost to name which is no doubt why it suddenly became more than animated (courtesy of Phil).

The anonymous author writes under the name of ‘Hayden Lyrics’:

“And thank the universe you can’t mother everybody. You’re so full of shit. When has being responsible as a blogger phased you to a point that you’d not blow hot air, fucking with people whom you’ve never met. And comb your goddamn hair.”

I kept my response on a short leash:

“Comb my “goddamn hair”? Well, it’s only Sunday morning. And all mirrors are veiled. Anyway, and I know this will pain you, the tousled just tumbled out of bed look really suits me.

I am “full of shit”. Actually, this minute, my toileting been done most satisfactorily, I am not. Want the recipe?

I am “fucking with people whom [I] never met”. What the fuck are you talking about?

Let’s take it from the top, and YOU’ll learn not to fuck with ME:

For someone who calls himself (not that you are a man or something) ‘Hayden’s Lyric’ your prose wanes before given a chance to wax. A bit like a failed moon.

Credit where it’s due, Hayden: “… being responsible as a blogger phased you to a point …” opaque in its meaning. A bit like one of Steinhausen’s (the composer) offerings. You hear it, you tick it off to experience.

Sherlock to my Watson notices that you don’t provide a link to the place (your blog) where you blow a lot. My heart going out to you. If anyone needs to be shaken the shit out of it’s you. I’d gladly oblige. But then I do go on many a mission impossible.

Sweetheart, I believe I know who you are. Don’t dice with me. Or do. Your hatred of me, and others in your life, you feed, like a sourdough starter taking over the house, to your own detriment.

Hugs and Kisses,

U”

Let me know what you think, even if you don’t think anything at all.

U

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5 Comments »

  1. Way to go U. Sock it to him/her. I love your hair style. Don’t listen to that twit. Don’t mess with your hair.

    Comment by rummuser — March 16, 2014 @ 13:46 | Reply

    • Thank you, Ramana. I need to update my photo one of these days. My hair is a bit longer now, and my natural curl – once more pronounced – will not be uncurled. Not that I wish it to. I am sure nature knows best. Mind you, to keep it out of my face when working I scrunch it into a knot at the back and put a (sharpened) pencil through it to hold together. I tell you: As trendsetters go … I should lead where others better not follow.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 16, 2014 @ 14:50 | Reply

  2. Apparently my linked post failed to make someone smile. I must say, we are all full of shit at times, but as you deftly pointed out, we manage to rid ourselves of that condition with a good tonic. Perhaps you should indeed share the recipe with said antagonist – sure seems as though he (or she) could use a little relief at the moment.

    Comment by Phil — March 16, 2014 @ 14:01 | Reply

    • As summoning ups go yours is concise. As you are [concise; that is – to the point].

      I will not deny that I do have an Achilles heel – difficult to find but it’s somewhere. Unfortunately for the Hayden’s Lyrics it’s not to be found where it was aimed at. What the likes of Hayden’s Lyrics of this world fail to understand that their spoutings nourish one of my undercurrents. The one that makes me laugh, for all the wrong reasons. And makes me sharpen my claws. Hayden’s Lyrics – being so very vulnerable – had a lucky escape. I don’t fight the weak.

      If I had to wager a bet who is behind that name I’d put down a high stake. In the belief that I am 99.9 % right (what a fine hedge fund manager I’d make). Thing is, and people underestimate this: The style we write in is a dead give-away. Not quite a fingerprint, not quite a signature. But a style. Immutable.

      So, yes, should the Angel ever report me as being found with a hatchet in my back please do employ Sherlock Holmes. Or Hercules Poirot. Either is good at flushing out human wreckage.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 16, 2014 @ 15:02 | Reply

  3. U that was a better coffee spitter than Grannymar’s joke posts – nothing like anonymity to bring out the natural asshole in some. Clearly in a war of words with you Hayden’s Lyrics is unarmed.

    Comment by shackman — March 17, 2014 @ 16:13 | Reply


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