Thursday, February 23, 2012

Back

Yeah. We're both alive. Mostly. Talk about it some other time. Not now.

17 comments:

  1. STOP DELETING MY COMMENTS, DAMMIT!

    Just give it a fucking rest! I know who you are and by now you probably know who I am to. Drew. highschool. and If I haven't appologized enough to you by now then i don't know what the fuck else to do. Is it a fucking crime to be worried about and old friend?

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  2. Oh for the love of

    Fine.

    What do you want, Andrew?

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  3. Val, what have you been doing since I saw you last? This is dangerous stuff and from the looks of it you didn't need to get involved in the first place.

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  4. What have been doing? I've been writing a fiction blog. What's it look like I've been doing?

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  5. (OOG: I know, but can you work with me here? Just as a favor?)

    Valerie, what your doing is dangerous, and you shouldnt be carrying that kind of burden! Where are you? maybe We can help eachother. Friends need to stick together, we don't have much else in this world val.

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  6. ...oh my fucking god, Andrew. Oh. My. FUCKING. GOD.

    You know what? No. Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck your lies, and fuck the swaybacked, bleached-white horse you rode in on! I don't need you anymore, Andrew Svetski, and you CERTAINLY don't need to know me. You're about the only person I would actually wish this kind of life on, so do yourself a favor and GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE BEFORE I DECIDE TO INFECT YOU ON PURPOSE.

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  7. Verbal abuse? seriously? What the fuck, val?

    but fine. If you haven't forgiven me after five goddamn years, that's your own business. I just thought i'd drop you a line on the only means of communication you seem to have left open, considering you looked like the walking dead when i saw you in the fucking Pathmark this morning.

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  8. How stupid do you think I am? You're a liar, Andrew. You didn't see a damn thing.

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  9. Pathmark. can't remember whether it was isle 6 or 8 but some clerk showed up to clean up the milked you dropped because your hands kept shaking. I didn't approach you because it too kme a long time to recognize you with your hair grown out and by the time i did, You were already past the checkout line.

    Think I'm lying now?

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  10. I will take every word that comes out of your mouth as a lie unless proven otherwise beyond any logically possible doubt.

    What do you want from me? Why do you keep bothering me?

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  11. Do I honestly have to spell it out? I'm worried about you! if I run into an old friend of mine and she's sporting all kinds of cuts and bruises from god knows what, then whether she hates me or not I'm going to have something to say about it. I'm an asshole, but I'm not THAT big of an asshole. Who got ahold of you anyway, and what'd you do to piss them off???

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  12. What, are you not answering me anymore? dammit Val What's it gonna take for you to trust me even a little bit?!1

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  13. Maybe you want me to call your parent's house and point them in this blog's direction? Or maybe inform them that their daughter appears to have been mugged while she's been away???

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  14. DON'T YOU DARE BRING MY PARENTS INTO THIS. DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TELL THEM.

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  15. Well that was a vicious (and prompt) defense of a "fiction blog" you won't even help me get known in. Or did you not here? your buddies around here think I'm a pretty shit writer.

    Val, For fucks sake, whatever it is your hiding, I'm not letting you just walk away from me. You looked like You needed stitches! And If you haven't gone to the hospitle already, something tells me you're not going to. So if you can get off yoru high horse long enough to accept help from a concerned passerby, I'll be waiting with my car in the pathmark parking lot until midnight (12:15 is when the security guards come to kick out loiterers). Or just call me. My cell number is still the same.

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  16. I realize that it may be a little strange for someone who hasn't commented on this blog before to step in here, particularly because I'm doing it in an OOG fashion. But, honestly, this is sickening.

    Amadaun. Drew. Whatever your name is. Ryuu does not want to associate with you IG or OOG. You are a creeper. Ryuu is under no obligation to "help you get known", nor to refrain from deleting your comments, nor to accept any "help" that you might want to offer. Back the hell off, because right now, this has gone way past "eager to assist" and has begun to look extremely creepy. You say people think you're a shit writer. Do you know why? It's because you're the kind of guy who does stuff like this. You attempt to hijack another person's blog, then complain and BRING IN OOG MATTERS TO A PUBLIC COMMENTS SECTION when they stop you.

    Shut the hell up and stop commenting on this blog.

    Ryuu. You are under no obligation to respond to Amadaun. At all. In fact, I would recommend that you erase every single one of these comments, along with all of his future ones. Block him, even. If he's going to literally BLACKMAIL YOU in order to get you to acknowledge him, he is not someone that you want to associate with in any capacity. If he's going to call your parents, then let him. It's either that or do whatever he says for an indefinite length of time. This entire situation sucks for you, and I'm sorry. You have my support, at least, even if it doesn't matter much in the grand scheme of things, and I know that there are other people reading these comments and saying the same things.

    That's it. I've said my piece and I'll back off now. Amadaun, you're making an ass of yourself (not to mention making yourself look like a total slimeball and stalker). Ryuu, this isn't the end of the world. Block the fucker.

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