Bitch vs. Chicken Shit

Just a quick note:

I never really know who reads this blog. I can check stats and monitor comments but stats aren’t very specific and comments can be made from fake email addresses. In the past I’ve posted about receiving death threats and being stalked. Well, stalked might be too strong a word; what would you call it when someone anonymously sends you letters and gifts in the mail? In each instance, I can only assume that these people — the threatener and the package-sender — were reading — and reacting to — this blog. I am not a word-mincer in my day-to-day life and I’m most definitely not a word-mincer in this blog. Anyone who’s read more than one post knows this. So I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised if it elicits strong responses.

Well today I elicited yet another strong response. I received an anonymous voicemail message from a blocked number. The message? You’re a bitch. A bitch.

Okay, anyone who’s read my blog also knows that I am a self-professed bitch. A cranky old cunt. And a whole lot of other bad words that a stranger’s name-calling only reinforces. And confirms. In other words, not a surprise.

So yeah. Just thought I’d let whoever that was know that I am fully aware of my bitchitude, thankyouverymuch. You won’t hear me defending myself or protesting any negative labels. Or, heaven forbid, apologizing. For anything. In other words, go fuck yourself. And grow a pair. Because anonymity is the refuge of the cowardly. I also won’t bother asking you to identify yourself because anyone who goes to the trouble of punching in the appropriate numbers to make an anonymous call is too much of a pussy to speak their mind publicly.

I could easily punch in the appropriate numbers to block anonymous calls. But what fun would that be? I wanna know when I’ve hit a nerve, even if said nerve belongs to someone too chicken to own their opinion.

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4 responses to “Bitch vs. Chicken Shit

  1. Being In Total Control Of Herself.

    cheers Abby. Stay stabby.

  2. Yeah, Abby. A coward, for sure. Not much of a throw-down.

  3. BITCH!!!! YOU ARE!!! I HEARD NOTHING BUT BAD THINGS ABOUT YOU. WHY DON’T YOU BLOG ABOUT THE OTHER THINGS THAT YOU DO. TELL EVERYONE WHAT YOU DO!!! COWARD!!! REMEMBER EVERY DOG HAS IT’S DAY!!!!

    • Uh, what else DO I do? Perhaps you should enlighten me. Oh. And this dog has pretty much HAD her day. But it’s heartwarming to know I can piss people off! Huzzah!
      And speaking of COWARD, you might’ve included your real email address. Unless you think I’d — oh, I dunno — EMAIL you? Talk about chicken shit.

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