Privacy

So the blog is now private... again...

God this seems like deja vu although I can't for the life of me remember what idiot caused the last outbreak of privacy control.  That would require fishing through four years of blogs and as narcissistic as I am, (And I really am...) I am not going to do that.  Which is to say that now that I am actually curious I just might...

Crap I hate when I put an idea in my own head... *Mumbles off to herself*

So this is going to shorter than usual because I haven't an actual clue what to write about and my hands are going numb.  Well not going... Have gone... went? I don't have time for grammar nazi right now so suffice to say the ishes are numb and writing has been interesting.

Back to the topic on hand, the aforementioned Karen from two previous blogs has decided that I am a colossal bully and she put my personal email out on Twitter with the hashtag #bully.  I'm not even going to tell you what I woke up to...  Let's just say that some people take bullying very seriously and when someone that they don't know tells them that some random person is a bully, they unleash all sorts of rage on the target they've been given.

I imagine it is something like an assassin goes into the office and is handed an envelope with the name of his next target.  He doesn't know who they are or what they did to deserve this but he must do his job and kill them.  Among the email threats and barbs I got this morning were "Does your mother know that you are a bully?" and "They're going to kick you out of school and lock you up in JV for what you do."  Those two were actually among the ones that made me smile because they proved that they don't know me.

One, I wanna say woman but I'm not sure, sent me some long sob story about a boy that was bullied and killed himself.

Yes I read through them.  I have deleted them but I read through them.  They are actually still arriving.  Don't worry random tormentors, I am actually reading your hate mail. (And writing down the emails of some of the more threatening ones) but I am reading them!!  Never let it be said that Claudette doesn't read her fan mail!

Question? Why don't I shut down the email and get a new one? Answer because that email is connected to 99.9% of the stuff in my life and to change it now would cause me way more upheaval than to just delete the emails.

I guess she meant by "Do you know what I do?" was that she doesn't have a job so she sits on social media making people's lives hell.

Lord spare me.

On another note, I stayed up way too late last night, this morning trying to watch Lord of the Rings: The Two towers.  I got through disc one and have minimal idea of what I watched but disc two was where my eyes decided that since I didn't seem like I was going to let them close they were going to pull a Control alt delete on me.  So about a half an hour into disc two I crashed.  I might try disc two again tonight.  Although with my short memory I should probably go back to disc one.  Arg!!

My babies come back tomorrow.  And they start school on Monday.  My mom is is in NY/NJ and emailing me instead of calling me.  I have no comment on this.  None.  Nope.  Not me. The ex finally called me and guess what excuse he used for ignoring me?

Come on anyone??  Really?? Nothing?

"You didn't call me or text me... I have nothing!!  This stupid phone must be acting up again.  Because nothing came through."

Right now I'm having one of those moments where I look back at my 18 year old self and think, "Really, Claudette?? REALLY? No.  Just walk the hell away."

You know how they say if you could go back to one moment in your life and change things which moment would it be?  Right now it would be the day I decided to go to JCSU.  I would go to Fayetteville.  Let's see what asstard I'd've ended up with then.

Sigh, I think I am going to go into work a little early.  For the millionth time I sit here and wonder is my life really so sad that I have to hang out at work?  Then I remember the awesome people at work and I think it's not sad.  IT's cool, but I wonder what, if anything , is said behind my back.

ugh.... hands in pain.  Will blog more another time...

Stay frosty Bloggers.