I'm pretty certain that this blog address is taylorball.blogspot.com. I'm also pretty confident that I was fortunate to be named Taylor Ball. And since this is MY blog, I am assuming this falls under the freedom of speech category. I would hope so....because if it doesn't, I'm fucked.
I've always had a little following of people who read this. And although I love you Mom, Janna, Kendall, Laura, and others...I don't do it for you. I do it to release whatever shit I am harboring at the time. So far it has proven to be pretty effective at getting those feelings out of my body and into space. Or your computer screen.
But in the past few days, I have become un-blissfully aware that I have some readers with ill intentions. Both of which felt the need to send me a lengthy message to my Facebook account. I really don't fucking get it. Facebook? Have you people never heard of picking up the phone? Especially you dad...my phone number has been the same since 2004. It's not going anywhere. In fact, I will post it on here so that there is no confusion. Next time you feel like bitching your daughter out on a SOCIAL NETWORKING SITE....think again. Because on Saturday, I was at a bar with friends, and you did nothing to effect me. Except maybe that I ordered another drink and toasted to you hating me. I was called selfish, heartless, cold, and spoiled in your psychotic rant. You know what? Maybe you're right. In fact, you are. I will agree with you on each insult:
1) Selfish: I spent hundreds of dollars on Christmas presents this year (don't hold your breath for yours to arrive anytime soon by the way) and while in the midst of shopping for my wonderful family I stopped by JCrew and spent 10 dollars on a metallic coin purse. I am so selfish I can hardly look at myself.
2) Heartless: I basically give the veteran at the intersection of 1604 and Bandera 3 bucks every time I see him. I tell him Jesus loves him. I'm so heartless I can barely sleep at night.
3) Cold: I am bitter, angry and mad all the time. No one wants to spend time with me. I have no friends. My family hates me. I've been exiled from the city limits. Get real.
4) Spoiled: That man on the corner? There are many days he makes more than I do. I don't have a daddy who will pay for my 4 years at a University...much less send me a check on my birthday. I'm so spoiled I drive a new Camaro, I have diamonds dripping from my neck, and I just recently bought a condo in Alamo Heights. I also plan on taking a cruise around the world. Get. A. Clue. You are pretty much preaching to the choir with that one Mr. 14 televisions in one house...Mr. I have 4 cars and have taken an equal number away from my children, my flesh and blood.
Let me just tell you....Everyone's caught on to everything you do.
The other person I discussed will remain nameless. The only purpose for this unnecessary act of kindness is because I adore your boyfriend. He is not my friend, he is my family. And it's not worth it. I'm not interested in your dude. I'm not interested in your drama. I just happen to have a 20 year history with him that I'm not prepared to lose. As you can see in the above paragraphs, I have enough shit to worry about in my life right now and really don't want to have to ask my doctor for anxiety pills. Go in peace.
Final Note to Above Recipients: I really don't want to have to change this web address. I don't deal well with sudden 180's. Don't hold my writing against me. It will never work.
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