It has come to my attention that one of my valuable and dear readers (lol jk) happened to identify the subject of a recent “rant blog” (as the kids say). They then proceeded to forward said blog to the subjects and identify me as the source.
This blog is run under a thin veil of pseudonymity. Anyone who cares to find out who I am, where I go to university, how long my penis is and where I live can do so with ease. And you’re welcome to. But.
Yeah, here’s the but.
I expressly do not share this blog with many people I can identify. I don’t give it out alongside my name publicly.
Now, there are some people I have met online through other social networks with whom I share said tumblr.
Some of these people have become IRL friends too, friends in the real sense. I could probably count them on my fingers. They know who I am and I know who they are. Out of respect for that I’ll almost (jokes excepted) never rant about them, because I know they’ll read it and that would be a dick move. If I have something I want to say to someone I do not say it passively. I say it to them. Otherwise I write it down somewhere to gain release in the expression of frustrated feelings. As you do.
I feel, in a way, that that kind of trust with those people has been somewhat violated (I’m not going to get dramatic about it, people can tell each other whatever they damn well please). At least, I’m pissed off that one of those people did that.
That said, the alternative is that somebody I know who knows my life in sufficient detail to identify the subject of that post (it had distinguishing features, I’ll give it that) follows me here silently.
Honestly, that creeps me out more.
I think what I’ll do now is create a new blog and begin to use it actively. I’ll share it again with the “finger people” (ew) since we benefit from following our blogs as an extension of our personalities. I think I’ve got pretty cool followers and I’ll be sad to see you all go. I’m sure you’ll find me again if you look for the right reblogs, follow the right people.
It’s possible this person who knows me who I know not will find me again. I kindly ask that you don’t. I’m not looking to harm anyone, I’m looking to have a quiet place to unwind. The subject would not have been upset had you not sent this on to them, and I would have not had a stressful evening defusing the situation. I doubt you gained much from it except to see me suffer. And now I’m pretty upset and a little scared.
If you’d like to talk, I’d love to. There’s an ask box waiting.
To the rest, it’s been fun!
ugh i give up on finding a male model to shoot in the UK they’re all fugly
If you bought the app on Google Play (even if you cancelled the order) I have your email address, your suburb, and in many instances your full name. …
Let me make this crystal clear, every App purchase you make on Google Play gives the developer your name, suburb and email address with no indication that this information is actually being transferred. With the information I have available to me through the checkout portal I could track down and harass users who left negative reviews or refunded the app purchase.
So I’ve been playing sims on my phone and I used all my friends that are always at my house anyways, and this is a perfect representation of what it looks like when we watch a movie irl, notice I’m in the bathroom.
Anonymous asked: Can you please suggest a name for the back of my year 12 jersey. It is our school tradition where we can customise our names at the back of our jerseys. I want something really witty/pun and it has to be no more than 13 letters long. Thanks in advance!!!
Come off anon dipshit