"uncoherent
Used to describe something so incoherent that you forgot how to spell incoherent correctly." (Urban Dictionary)
It is fascinating that not only do you write incoherent things, you also read incoherently and think incoherently.
Interesting also how you are creating yourself an anonymous enemy. But you are right, obviously, in having felt addressed because the more you type the more it becomes clear how much you indeed have in common with Kristeen Young and why you adore her so much.
I am sorry to read that you will teach at another school soon, because poor children from troubled backgrounds do not need teachers like you who look down on them and to whom it is a drag to teach them anything useful. You should look for a job in the writing profession and stick with that.
God. I'm flattered you read my blog. You're a Thorough Troll. The only sort of worthwhile trolls!
Would you like my address and my number? Would you like to spy on me when I have a bath or a wee? I'd like that. Let's meet for a nice cup of tea.
You are wrong about two things, but only two things, as you are obviously very intelligent (apart from, totally obsessed with me) even if only vaguely intelligible:
- I looked up "uncoherent", but decided against Urban dictionary (although it's pretty cool sometimes. But somehow it didn't fit with your personality...)
- I don't look down on anyone, they're all taller than me.
Now, it's obvious you're trying to upset me, but it's obvious as well you're not getting anywhere and people are getting a bit bored with us. I'll tell you what: let's make peace.
Truth is, I'm really scared of you and don't want any trouble, so I'll leave the forum, tail between legs. (And it has nothing to do with my holiday plans or finding this juvenile, I swear!) I understand your need to express yourself. Go on.
If I forget about you and return by mistake, I know you'll be there, panting. Well I hope so.
Thanks again for making me feel special. You actually even provided a little excitement. I find you a lot more interesting than the person this site is about!
I like people who hate me. I'm drawn to the loveless and bizarre like Boz Boorer is drawn to cool Westmalle tripel. The key word is "moderation".
I wish I knew your name. Is it Trudi? Chmura? Belinda? John? I miss you already, and you're not even gone...
edit: Whoever you are, I'm sorry I didn't pay enough attention to you before: I obviously hurt your feelings, let you down in some way... Know that it wasn't intentional. I promise to be more careful in the future. And I'm not just saying that because now I'm afraid someone will poison my dish...From now on my blog will be exclusively about the weather forecast to take its easily offended mentally ill readers in consideration.