To begin with a clean slate, one needs to remove the garbage, lies, corruption, deceit and negativity hindering the zen-like processes that are imperative to creativity. Consider this my “confession,” as I often joke with Tommy, to rid myself of those emotions that negatively impact my thought processes and, therefore, my ability to focus on and write about the important things in life, the things that are worth my contemplation.
So...
To you, my most faithful (albeit malicious) fan (and you know who you are), I say:
Please, be my guest.
- Enjoy my blog. Heck, enjoy it up to 20+ times in one day, as you were doing.
- Enjoy copying excerpts of my blog and posting them, nearly verbatim, at a later time, as if they are thoughts of your own creation.
Yes, it annoys me for you to use articles I've posted as your own, but hereafter, I will not allow it stifle my creativity or persuade me to avoid posting such things. - Enjoy copying and pasting my photos and videos or any little tidbit of information you can find off the internet in an effort to make yourself, or any of the Williams family, for that matter, appear just the least bit concerned about my daughter, whom you, yourself, have never even met and have spoken no more than a few words with ever. Certainly it is ironic that despite this outwardly show of concern, you have only impacted her existence in a negative manner, but still—if you are good at anything, you're good at hiding behind your false pretenses
- And, finally, enjoy copying my writing style. Enjoy the * for emphasis. The Words.Like.This. to notate a pause/emphasis, the “Ugh”s and the “Egh”s. Pass them off as your own. It's irrelevant to me. In fact, if imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, consider me truly. truly. above-and-beyond flattered.
I have taken down all my social networking profiles, my Yahoo profiles, my YouTube is set to private, my blogs have been down. Enough is enough. If you want to stalk me, want to have friends befriend friends who befriend me in an effort to have them send you copies of the things I post, want to search the web for me relentlessly and search the people I date, you want to go to great lengths to stalk out any bit of information you can find on me, please go ahead. You are wasting your life away, missing out on God-only-knows how much time with your family and friends (as if you actually had any) to continuously research me and, quite frankly, I'm tired of hiding when there is nothing to hide.
I'm an *amazing* mother. I'm a hard worker. I'm a dedicated friend, daughter, sister and girlfriend. My finances are in order, my house is in order. I floss, read the paper and change my oil. As recommended. I attend bridal showers and choral concerts and musicals. I like reading, dancing and socializing. I enjoy good movies, culinary experiences and the written word. I enjoy white wine. And no, I don't need child support for that (please see above regarding financial security). I'm free of all addictions, including alcohol, drugs, shopping, gambling, sex and the internet.
Again: NOTHING TO HIDE.
The people I surround myself with know this. If you would like to paint a picture of me with an ill-willed brush, I encourage you to continue with the oblivious and malicious company you keep. Because, my dear, as I've said before, those that mind don't matter and those that matter don't mind. For every one moron you've convinced of my “malice,” I've convinced a dozen that you are, scientifically speaking, an absolute loon.
Wait—I take that back.
*I* didn't convince anyone of that. *YOU* convinced them of that all. on. your. own.
Need more details?
See the preceding paragraphs.
[Exhales]
And now, because I am sick and tired of being stifled, I will write.
And I will write whatever I want whenever I want.And I hope you enjoy.
Feel free to copy whatever you like for your own use.
Although I'm sure you had already intended to.
