Until you hang upon such a cross, you won't know a thing about laughter or loss...and you don't believe me now, but you will...you will, you wil you will you will...you will, you will - Titus Andronicus

Hey All, Best Read This First:



G
reetings and a warm welcome to my blog.


First things first

This blog contains words and references offensive to those who never made it through the maturation process.

The intellectually and psychologically impaired will find nothing here to enjoy.


If this applies to you, dear reader, you're welcome, and strongly encouraged to leave now. No hard feelings on my part.

I'm trying to make this clear to the 'boo hoo brigade". If you CANNOT grasp this simple concept. This page is NOT FOR YOU

REPEAT: WARNING:
BLACK IRONY. NASTY SELF PISS TAKING HUMOUR. FUCK OFF NOW IF YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND THIS. I WON'T MIND. EVER.

*PS: I'm pro Palestinian, pro animal rights in a way that pisses many people off. You should consider fucking off now if you object to this kind of thing.

Cheers Kiddies.

Belladonna



PS This blog is not really fit for human consumption, it's best read as it was written, drunk on vodka or otherwise high as a kite...Enjoy...



14.10.09

Email: Twitter Addiction


Dear Sir Fudge Esq,

Twitter Addiction. The instant gratification of hearing from someone who is a cyber friend. Being able to swap embellished tales without fear of the spouse saying you're full of shit. And, most of all, being able to hide behind the avatar and imagine yourself popular.
I am proud to be a geek who was tortured by the popular kids. However, Twitter has given me a taste of what it's like to be popular. My gorgeous avatar has such witty repartee and isn't awkward around scads of people. It's heaven on earth to not be me for a couple of hours a day.
Yes, even at this ripe old age, you can still become addicted. "Hello. I'm Rudy's mom, and I'm a Twitter addict."
Please sign:
RudyCKat's Mom