Emma, Blogger, Doctors and (Fake?) Life
Well, I had already made a decision to not even look at her blog last night/this morning. I come online to find that she has in fact posted a comment on my blog. She can say what she wants about me, hell, she has already. That alone has already launched her into the "Disgusting Individual" list for me. (Long story involving possible cancer and her trying to make a sick joke that I had the "Clap" instead) there are few lows left for her to sink to in my eyes.
I think in the end, that she doesn't really know what we were ever about as friends. (She'll probably bend that statement to her own ends...) She never really fit in anyways. Here's a special slur for you Emma if you're out there reading this: Maybe its because you're a bit ditzy. But besides this she accuses that Megan wasn't really crying. What the fuck would she know about that? Did she even look? The answer for the slow ones in the class is "No"
And one quick statement. In regards to my statement that her blog seemed to reflect the life of a druggie. I am afraid that when one is talking about the drugs they've done in every other blog...its hard to draw another conclusion, which, if Emma had bothered to read the post prior, I said may not be true, and admitted that I may have been looking for more in the posts than was there.
She never did anything to us? That is a curious idea. I have a question: What did we do to her? I think quite possibly this is a chicken/egg scenario where who started what exactly isn't (and probably will never be) clear. I think both sides would have solid arguments for who started what. In any case, both sides are probably guilty of the ambiguous "doing stuff to each other"
Ah, well. Trying to have a rational discussion with her, or Emery right now would be akin to...talking to my brother Charlie...*shudders*
But, if it makes you (Emma) feel better, I have also resolved not to dicuss you, or your fucked up idea of friendship on my blog any longer, mostly because it is a waste of what little writing talent I have (I misspell Klap all the time you know). You go live a fantastic life somewhere. Become famous, that'll really show us. Do whatever. I realize this isn't really you trying to be mean or whatever per se, as it is like the parable of 'The Scorpion and the Fox'. Be happy, live life as fully as possible. Bye. (BTW, This also means I don't want you to talk to me, can we agree on that much?)
Onto life. Went to Peterborough, and the Doc says its looking good. I still have to go back every 3 months, but he thinks the abnormal cells are gone! YAY!! No cancer for Tara!!
Tried to post this morning about at least the not going to read Emma's blog, etc. And it screwed up somehow. Didn't post for some friggin reason.
Got to see Gabe today, we hung out. I took him Christmas shopping. He's is sooo cute. I work tomorrow, so I am back in Toronto tonight. LOL! He told me today that I am old. And today do I feel it. I've only had like 2 hours sleep. And my knee's been bothering me for the past few days.
Well, I have to say it would seem that my blog is living up to its name as something to bitch about! LOL.
Have tonight off of work, which means I can have a nice long sleep, which I probably won't have. Maybe watch a movie, hang out with Chris. Relax. A nice change of pace for me.
Have work tomorrow. Dave offered to get some Champagne and sparkling white wine, so I could taste the difference between the two. I think I might go get a Guiness, cause I love that nasty dark beer.
You know, there was a time when if you had told me that I would drink beer because I enjoyed the flavour, I would have told you that not only were you stupid, but you were crazy too.
But I have been developing my palate for more things. I am trying new things all the time, and sometimes I am surpised to find that I like them alot. Ah, life. Will you never cease to bring us new and exciting things to try and do?
All for now. May all who read this have lives full of interesting things! :P Now the only problem is: Who gets to define "interesting"?
I think in the end, that she doesn't really know what we were ever about as friends. (She'll probably bend that statement to her own ends...) She never really fit in anyways. Here's a special slur for you Emma if you're out there reading this: Maybe its because you're a bit ditzy. But besides this she accuses that Megan wasn't really crying. What the fuck would she know about that? Did she even look? The answer for the slow ones in the class is "No"
And one quick statement. In regards to my statement that her blog seemed to reflect the life of a druggie. I am afraid that when one is talking about the drugs they've done in every other blog...its hard to draw another conclusion, which, if Emma had bothered to read the post prior, I said may not be true, and admitted that I may have been looking for more in the posts than was there.
She never did anything to us? That is a curious idea. I have a question: What did we do to her? I think quite possibly this is a chicken/egg scenario where who started what exactly isn't (and probably will never be) clear. I think both sides would have solid arguments for who started what. In any case, both sides are probably guilty of the ambiguous "doing stuff to each other"
Ah, well. Trying to have a rational discussion with her, or Emery right now would be akin to...talking to my brother Charlie...*shudders*
But, if it makes you (Emma) feel better, I have also resolved not to dicuss you, or your fucked up idea of friendship on my blog any longer, mostly because it is a waste of what little writing talent I have (I misspell Klap all the time you know). You go live a fantastic life somewhere. Become famous, that'll really show us. Do whatever. I realize this isn't really you trying to be mean or whatever per se, as it is like the parable of 'The Scorpion and the Fox'. Be happy, live life as fully as possible. Bye. (BTW, This also means I don't want you to talk to me, can we agree on that much?)
Onto life. Went to Peterborough, and the Doc says its looking good. I still have to go back every 3 months, but he thinks the abnormal cells are gone! YAY!! No cancer for Tara!!
Tried to post this morning about at least the not going to read Emma's blog, etc. And it screwed up somehow. Didn't post for some friggin reason.
Got to see Gabe today, we hung out. I took him Christmas shopping. He's is sooo cute. I work tomorrow, so I am back in Toronto tonight. LOL! He told me today that I am old. And today do I feel it. I've only had like 2 hours sleep. And my knee's been bothering me for the past few days.
Well, I have to say it would seem that my blog is living up to its name as something to bitch about! LOL.
Have tonight off of work, which means I can have a nice long sleep, which I probably won't have. Maybe watch a movie, hang out with Chris. Relax. A nice change of pace for me.
Have work tomorrow. Dave offered to get some Champagne and sparkling white wine, so I could taste the difference between the two. I think I might go get a Guiness, cause I love that nasty dark beer.
You know, there was a time when if you had told me that I would drink beer because I enjoyed the flavour, I would have told you that not only were you stupid, but you were crazy too.
But I have been developing my palate for more things. I am trying new things all the time, and sometimes I am surpised to find that I like them alot. Ah, life. Will you never cease to bring us new and exciting things to try and do?
All for now. May all who read this have lives full of interesting things! :P Now the only problem is: Who gets to define "interesting"?
posted by Tara The Terrible!! at 10:39 p.m.
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