Listen up, celery-girl (lower case because you don't matter).
I can understand that you feel intimidated by my presence here. I will take your flames in jest and not hold anything against you because I am, simply put, BETTER THAN YOU.
You are lonely, depressed, and fat, and flaming good people makes you feel better about yourself. It's okay. You're in a rough spot. If I was unable to parallel park or do math, I'd be pissed off, too.
You're not getting enough protein or carbs in your diet, and you feel like you are going through PMS every day. Your rolls of fat prevent you from seeing your feet, and this results in you wearing socks that do not match. It's okay, if I bled for six days out of my **** , I'd be a miserable bitch, too.
I will pray for you. I will pray that you find peace in the beautiful things in life, like snowflakes on a child's tongue, or a barrel full of bleeding kittens being tossed into a shark tank. I will pray that instead of lashing out against good people like me, you will use your anger and frustration to do something constructive, like making paper cranes or eating meat.
[This message has been edited by Tordeques (edited 04-09-2005).]