A Conversation...which is quite enough.

me:ok,
so (name withheld) has a new girlfriend.
ew
here's her myspace quote:

Friend: oh honey, i know.
alllllll about her.

me: "What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson"

Friend: ew.

me: yeah, you keep telling yourself that when you find illegal kiddie porn on your laptop.

Friend: ".....are tiny matters compared to the tiny human beings my boyfriend likes to fuck"

me: EW

Friend: THAT'S what it should say.

me: yeah, you tell yourself that when he comes home smelling like another chick's vagina.
I sooooooo want to send her a message.

Friend: we all want to.

me: that says "RUUUUUUUNNNNN!!!!"

Friend: but it would be for the very wrong reasons.

me: I dunno...protecting another woman from the Ick of (guy in question) seems like a great reason to me.
He should not be putting his penis inside anyone ever.

Friend: it should be anonymous.

me: that's why you make up a fake profile.

Friend: ugh.
But isp's and shit.

me: Mine isn't identifiable.
It's out of (locatoion withheld).
It doesn't say my company's name.
IP addresses are simply numbers.
The only way for a lay-person to trace it is to compare it to an email recieved.
It's how I used to bust (name witheld) for reading my blog.
However, unless you check mine from work (where your adress is listed as insert company here,) I can't tell if you 've been on just by looking at it.
I just picture an anonymous message something of this ilk:
"Your boyfriend is a latent pedophile and porn addict. Get out while you can."
or
"Your boyfriend was married once. Did he tell you that? And that he cheated during the whole whopping 6 months of his marriage? Or how about the illegal kiddie porn...did he mention that? No? Oh, well, FYI, then."
It'd be like a drive-by!

Friend: lol

me: I'm evil.
This is the only person I have ever actively really wanted to persist in making miserable.
Like "Just when you thought it was safe..."
BAM!
One of us comes out of the woodwork!
To remind him just what a degenerate he is.
HA!
awesome.
I should post this chat on my blog.
Cuz 10 bux says he still reads it.
That would be enough.

Friend: Douche.

me: Then he'd think ...

Friend: loser, douchebag shithead.

me: "oh my god, they're totally gonna talk to my girlfriend."
And he'd never know if or when it was coming.



Indeed, I have one mean bone in my body.