Alpha to Omega

You* know who you are. I know who you are. So, why do you pretend that you don’t read my blog—I know you’re reading it right now, I know you don’t like it because you don’t comment, don’t link here and don’t bother to make yourself known, and yet you persist in reading my blog. Why? That’s not a rhetorical question.

How do I know you exist? Because I have a statcounter (it’s also how I know that a strange number of people happen here by searching for ‘big tits hockey fantasy’ or something along those lines. I fail to see the connection). I also know that you got here via someone on my blogroll and proceeded to venture to and comment on several of the blogs on mine. You stupid fuck.

Well, I’ve been to your blog. It is bad, and I’m not just saying that because I hate you or because you’ve never commented on my blog. It really is. I can tell that the reason you don’t like my blog is that you don’t think it’s deep enough. It doesn’t explore the meaningful nature of blah blah blah. I think you may be thinking so hard that you fail to see just how self important it is, much like the self-gratifying, dick sucking comments you leave on the site you reached me by. How about a one-liner once in awhile instead of a bloated essay written by a high school student who just tried acid and listened to the Doors for the first time? Oh, and guess what—the aforementioned blogger you think so highly of doesn't much care for you either.

*You could be specific. In some regard I am speaking to a certain special someone. On the other hand, I know of more than one person who fits this exact profile.