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I am sorely tempted to change every word in my profile to "wibble".
If it doesn't annoy everyone, it should at least be good for
getting out of the British Army as long as I remember to stick a
couple of pencils up my nose and put underpants on my head. It
worked for Captain Blackadder, didn't it? (Um, no, actually, it
didn't, but it still sounds good.)
I am flattered that some people find me to be interesting (at least
in words on the screen), but for the love of Pete and his cheap
rice wine do not e-mail me with what amounts to a demand to
tell you more about me. Unless, of course, you want
me to turn into a sarcastic growling bitch. What I put on my
profile and in this public journal is all I choose to share, unless
asked politely by someone capable of correctly stringing together a
sentence. Do not tell me to IM you on Yahoo. I am not interested in
any kind of relationship with you. If you cannot take the hint when
I mention this politely after telling me your hopes and aspirations
for a relationship, then I will not be held liable for the
emergence of my alter-ego, a veritable verbal virago (Ooooh, look,
alliteration!). In short: I do not like being told to do
things. This does not apply to the work environment - hey, we all
gotta do what we can to get by. But I feel I was being adequately
polite just by answering without unleashing a torrent of words not
suited for polite company.
I mean, it does take courage to e-mail someone out of the blue and
start a conversation - I'm not knocking that, and more power to you
for trying. But get over yourself at the same time.
That being said, I'm not really that evil of a female canine; I
enjoy conversation. You know, verbal give & take, respectful of
each other's limits, free from overt neediness and demanding
tones.
Ok, glad to have gotten that off my chest. Toodle-pip.
I am sorely tempted to change every word in my profile to "wibble".If it doesn't annoy everyone, it should at least be good forgetting out of the British Army as long as I remember to stick acouple of pencils up my nose and put underpants on my head. Itworked for Captain Blackadder, didn't it? (Um, no, actually, itdidn't, but it still sounds good.)
I am flattered that some people find me to be interesting (at leastin words on the screen), but for the love of Pete and his cheaprice wine do not e-mail me with what amounts to a demand totell you more about me. Unless, of course, you wantme to turn into a sarcastic growling bitch. What I put on myprofile and in this public journal is all I choose to share, unlessasked politely by someone capable of correctly stringing together asentence. Do not tell me to IM you on Yahoo. I am not interested inany kind of relationship with you. If you cannot take the hint whenI mention this politely after telling me your hopes and aspirationsfor a relationship, then I will not be held liable for theemergence of my alter-ego, a veritable verbal virago (Ooooh, look,alliteration!). In short: I do not like being told to dothings. This does not apply to the work environment - hey, we allgotta do what we can to get by. But I feel I was being adequatelypolite just by answering without unleashing a torrent of words notsuited for polite company.
I mean, it does take courage to e-mail someone out of the blue andstart a conversation - I'm not knocking that, and more power to youfor trying. But get over yourself at the same time.
That being said, I'm not really that evil of a female canine; Ienjoy conversation. You know, verbal give & take, respectful ofeach other's limits, free from overt neediness and demandingtones.
Ok, glad to have gotten that off my chest. Toodle-pip.
Wibble