Morrissey really is a peculiar heart throb.
I enjoyed your reddit lifts.
How about this reddit lift?
How about this reddit lift?
Ummm...I hate to to break it to you, but you may not be strictly heterosexual, bro.
I love Morrissey to pieces, but I've never felt the need to consider sleeping with him "if" I was "gay."
this is a big issue to you as you chase your abusive friend around the board calling him "f*****" and "cocksucker." Maybe if you weren't obsessed with a guy (that you feel compelled to tell us all is fat, which is 100% stereotypical of a bitter queen who has been dumped for a girl) you could relax and stop telling us all how str8 you are.
Here we are, kids. Once again, Skylarker AKA Madcap, Ex Ted, Giant Sucking Sound (and who knows how many others user names), is here talking to himself again. Wait, let me rephrase that, he's arguing with himself. He's creepy. In case you haven't been following this public meltdown very closely, I've taken the liberty of citing some specific examples.
So what if I am Skylarker? I gave the best trolling years of my life to Viva Hate and now YOU come along and take him from me with your Internet sexy talk! I hate you! I don't care who knows it!
Realizing I had them in a corner, I asked for one small simple piece of proof that they had ever actually met in real life, or had any kind of "real" relationship.
On a serious note, or, well, a semi-serious note...I don't doubt that NHNS truly believes I am Giant Sucking Sound, or whoever else. If I did not find it so silly, I'd probably try harder to convince her of otherwise, but it doesn't matter. All of this drama will pass. Like I said, Ex Ted was definitely me, which I never made a secret of. I was not too worried about "fooling" people. I assumed most of them got it, if they even noticed at all. It was a joke, to me, by me, and anyone else who got it.
The truth is, she's very upset, and she's very pissed at me and she feels very stupid because she made a claim she could not back up, and she fell on her ass in front of everyone after I called her bluff. Personally, I kind of like Lindsey as a person, I think she's a good girl. But, she is under the influence of someone who -for his own ends- makes her feel very special and she is, understandably, reluctant to let go of the fantasy of meeting a cool, smart, funny guy from a faraway place who will rescue her and moving in with him to escape her mother's house. There is nothing, NOTHING, wrong with that...except that they live across the country from each other, and call each other "boyfriend and girlfriend" yet have only ever corresponded online, or through Skype, or through the phone, and even that much only for the last few months.
They want the reality more than they can realistically achieve the reality, and that is where things get scary and sad....not so much for Lindsey; she's a young girl and chicks get that way about guys they like and things they want, and she'll get over it when it falls through. She's pretty and fairly smart, and she will eventually realize how silly the idea is, and what kind of person Viva Hate is.
But even regular couples date awhile before considering moving in together. Anything else just smacks of impulsive desperation.
We are dealing with two people who are very sheltered...particularly Viva. However, none of this really matters. The point is, all of this basically stems from me telling Viva point blank, "sorry to break it to you but you don't really have a girlfriend"...at which point Lindsey, rushing to the defense of her online man, overdid it a little and claimed that (although concurrently saving for an apartment) they've already experienced several cross country trips visiting with each other. (I don't know what he does for a living or if he has a job at all, but I do know that as of a month or so ago, she wasn't working at all, so I found that claim a little dubious.)
Realizing I had them in a corner, I asked for one small simple piece of proof that they had ever actually met in real life, or had any kind of "real" relationship. Then they both became very irate and pissy, and of course no proof was produced, and then in an attempt to trip me up, Lindsey (in another thread) asked for photographic proof that I had a sick child. Which, to be snarky, I produced, with one picture, which I would have quickly taken down except that Viva Hate felt the need to embed it in a quote and make fun of my son (he was really mocking me, of course, but any possible angle he could seize on, even one as desperate as a sick little boy, he'd use...but everyone knows that.)
It's all OK, though. I actually find all of this pretty funny. Two little children getting all pissy over someone teasing them about their silly make believe Skype romance.
But like I said...the real oozing sore here is Viva...not Lindsey. If you get her away from Claire Quilty's retarded younger brother for a second) Lindsey is actually a semi-likeable person.