I had a bad night the other night. I am not one to let things get to me; I’ve grown a pretty tough skin over the years. I guess some of my readers out there don’t approve of me, and in fact you might say hate me. I get hate email, like most bloggers out there, and I do pretty well at brushing it off. But the other day I received about 200 emails (no joke! Ok that was a joke, I got 167 emails)
And they weren’t my usual type of ‘hate’. These were mean, and direct hits on how I carry myself, how I’m basically a slut, whore, bitch, think of it they said it: Not my usual ‘hate’ email. I get most of my usual ’hate’ emails from who I tend to call my “Christian Fundamentalist followers”. They send me bible passages and want to save me from my naughty naughty ways.
I’ve haven’t responded to any of my “saviors”, and to them I mostly would just say thank you for visiting and for caring about me (even if I am a heathen) and wanting to make sure I don’t burn in a fiery hell. But this catholic schoolgirl has her own ideas on why she might be burning in hell.
Straight up the only reason I might be going to Hell is:
I was five years old, and I stole a big super fluffy pink pipe cleaner from the craft store! ( I hid it in a box under the bathroom sink)
When my mom confronted me I out right denied taking it, then crumbled into a ball and threw it in the toilet!
My parents made me go to confession, and I’m pretty sure the only thing I confessed to was to hating my parents!
So when you take out my exploits, you take out my filthy mouth, that squirrel I hit with my car, and my love for beef or pork (depending on your god)
I’ll see you in hell…. I hope they have a craft room!
I don’t believe in anything. Not heaven or hell or god or, well, anything. But I do think that people who send hate email to total strangers are amongst the most pathetic souls on earth.
thanks love
I’ve never had negative email, thankfully. Guess it’s okay for a guy to be naughty? Sigh, that old thing….
*sigh* indeed! Thanks for the comment! (and here is to hoping you never get the hate mail, but I’ sure you are right and it’s different for girls then guys!)
The only god I worship is Zeus because he gives me plenty o’ mead to drink and virgins to fornicate. Instead of praying, I kill a few goats and maybe a surf or two. It’s really a lot easier than that other stuff. He doesn’t make me feel guilty about anything either. Not rock and roll. And especially not mead.
Oh, and he totally approves of this blog in a wink-and-thumbs-up thata girl way.
You address such topics as bed buddies and drunkenly sleeping with someone one on a first date… all those things that many people consider FUN that a lot of people that haven’t been laid since their honeymoon or 1979 – give or take take “offense” to.
I take offense to the likely-hood that these moral police-people probably take 9 minutes counting out correct change, that they care about state quarters, that they finally let go of that AOL account (from their cold dead grasp) last year, and that they probably get giant diet colas from McDonalds every morning on the way to work.
Fuck em.
as always I love your comments and this one even more so. Zeus approves of my blog!? Did he tell you that over beer (or is he still sticking to wine….if so inform him beer where it’s at) I’m so going to giggle to myself next time I see someone with their big diet coke counting out change! : )
I’m a High Priest of Zeus. We have an open communication. Often during football games.
Zeus loves beer which I was assured Him is the modern version of mead. I think the intoxication level of His worshipers directly affects him. God know that when I drink enough he sure start bitching about Odin all the time.
Don’t let them get to you. An all-loving God is an invention of people that hate themselves.
thanks b, and no worries they haven’t got me yet!
tsk! tsk! Talk about bad manners! Are children not taught these days that “if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all”?
“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the the universe.”
tsk tsk indeed!
nothing but love from me love. even if we haven’t meet well except for in my sleeps