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November 04, 2003

Oh, Puh-Lease!

I hate people who like to bitch about things that they know hardly anything about. For instance, I did a review for someone last week, and gave them a poor grade. I honestly didn't think it was of a good diary calibre: The design was haphazardly done, the content was shady, and the author didn't even seem to know what he was doing half the time. So I told him what I thought: his diary sucks. The end.

So what does this guy do? He turns around and starts hassling me about my reviewing skills and questioning my compentency, saying that "its all good. Its not like I really care. I just wanted something to see what other peeps think. Thanks anyway, and have a great time reading other 'more' interesting diaries." Did this guy take the time to sit and think about any of the comments I made? No. So why is he bitching to me about his low score? Anyone who knows the format of Opal Reviews should understand that I'm not necessarily supposed to be nice about something I can't stand to read. It's a waste of time.

Oh, but that's not all. This loser can't just take his low score and suck it up like a man. Nooooo. He has to bitch and moan about it here (He's changed the layout since I reviewed him, and it's downright scary), and then he went and got his punk friend to go and complain to me about my layout, my entries, and my authority as a reviewer.

Um, excuse me?

Were either one of you state contenders for a nationally known creative writing competition--two years in a row? Are either of you honors journalism majors? Have either of you spent time grading and critiquing papers at the high school level? Has either one of you precious whiners ever done a study on the theories of communication? Were either one of you found to have proficient fifth grade reading levels at five years old?

Nu-uh. I don't think so.

Lousy bitch monkeys.

I'm sorry, but some people just can't write. I'm not going to sit here and pretend that I'm Maya Angelou, but I think that I have just a wee bit of authority on the subject, don't you? Jerk One and Jerk Two don't seem to understand that there is a difference between quality and absolute trash. So calm your John-Grisham-wannabe selves down and give me a break.

posted at 12:46 p.m.

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