From June 21 Onward

Anonymous Cowardice

July 19, 2002

         A friend of mine created his very
own Stories.com account. He went to my
portfolio, reviewing one of my poems and this
journal anonymously.
         Both recieved a single star along with
insulting comments about "self pity" and my
sleeping habits.
         I later found out it was him. The same
person who was asking me to go way out on
a limb for him by giving him information on
hacking Hotmail accounts (information which I
neither use nor plan on giving to anyone). He
says my poetry makes him angry. I didn't
make him read it, so it shouldn't matter to him.
         It makes me mad because his
comments weren't fair to me either. And it
took him forever to respond when I faced him
about it. Coward. He's so bold to do that,
then hides behind a mask of anonymity and
experiences a lack of words when
approached openly.
         His point was that I take it too
seriously. I told him if it wasn't serious, he
would take it back. Yeah right. I recieved no
response from him after that.
         First of all, my poetry is released
emotions into words. If how I feel
automatically means I'm pitying myself by your
definition, your vision is obviously skewed.
Second, my sleeping habits are none of your
business. If I could "just go to bed at 10pm",
believe me, I would. It's not something you
can just stop doing. You gotta ease out of it,
and I've been pretty successful so far before
the tour.
         That's my angered rant for the day. In
other news, I watched A Walk To
Remember. Trust me on this one, the book
is WAY better. If you want to watch a really
good movie, go for Empire Records.
Sure, it's not a romance or anything (though
part of the plot is), but it's the best movie in the
world!
         That's all for now. Recommended
listening: Back in Black by AC/DC. Til
next time...

~ Dris ~