I never thought I'd be posting about this, but...

I've been censored. Because if I don't take the post down, I'm a bitch. And this coming from somebody I have tried and tried to be friends with and who, first, mocks me in a public mailing list, and then decides what I can or cannot say in my journal. MINE.

But I'm taking it down anyway. Don't call me a wuss... anyone who knows me will know that this screams against every fiber of my being and isn't as easy as clicking the "status quo" button. I am filled with reluctance and loathing for my own action in backing down.

To this person: I hope you're goddamn happy. I've allowed you to control an aspect of my life that doesn't even involve you. Everything else, I've already said in private e-mail.

To Wisdom: Since I know you've become aware of this little drama, I hope you've no problems with me and urge you to talk to me as soon as possible.

What's the fucking point in using this thing now if I can't write what I think? What's the point, if people throw tantrums?

I didn't even use her goddamn name, people.

(no subject)

Want...crawl...into...bed.

Must wait for dinner. I tried to phone my dinner, but I got dinner's answering machine. Where is my dinner?

(no subject)

:::rubs temples:::

Alright. From now on, if anyone, ANYONE has a problem with me, e-mail me privately and talk to me about it. I don't care if you're the goddamn sultan of brunei, fucking do it.

And the next person to get my up out of a sound sleep gets hit. hard.

Allison Tries to Please Everyone at the Same Time.

Gak!

:::pukes:::

:::falls on her ass:::

STOP IT. ALL OF YOU.