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I have created this particular site in dedication to people that hate me, for whatever reason. It may also expand to people that I hate, for whatever reason.
Krimsen the Red
Krimsen, and yes, that's speled with a 'K', in case you're wondering is a former co-worker of mine, when we both worked at Affiliated Computer Services. Krimsen was one of those people that everyone knew, and in fact, there were rumors that she and one of the supervisors there were engaged in a sordid lesbian love affair on the sly, something that was reinforced by percieved "special" treatment Krimsen got from the said supervisor.
Myself, I didn't buy it. The supervisor didn't look like she'd do skank.
In any case, long while back, I decided to learn how to make choppy, poorly-animated Flash productions, and what better subject matter than call center drama?
I provide links to the original items, as well as a transcript of the post I made to LJ when I found them while cleaning up my files: (original link here)
Entry dated: 29th-Jun-2005 11:48 pm
I was going around in my various folders on my various computers, looking for something, and, as always happens, I got distracted looking at all the old stuff.
Look at a couple things I made when I decided, on a whim, to learn how to make flash animiations!
http://img295.imageshack.us/my.php?image=crazy5mo.swf
and
http://img292.imageshack.us/my.php?image=choke6vr.swf
I like the first one, better.
Now, some things bear explaining, if you watched these wonderful bouts of creative genious: Yes, there was a rumor that Krimsen went apeshit and shoved someone down a flight of stairs for "breaking her stereo" and then tried to choke said person. There was also a rumor involving Krimsen's car being "broken" and her going just as insane with the choking.
Now. I'm not claiming these rumors to be true or false; I wasn't there, I didn't see her try to choke Lindsey over a broken stereo, so I can't say. But enough people believed it, and repeated it for it to spread around the call center like wildfire -- almost as fast as the "time Krimsen stood up the so-called lesbian boss for dinner" rumor.
In any case, I leave my livejournal unlocked. It's not that I don't want friends-only or somesuch, it's just that I don't really care who finds me, or finds what I have to say about the world, things, people, places, or read my emo posts when I just want to end it all and slash my wrists and why can't I get my hair to do that flippy thing like that guy in the bad my life is spiraling downward (and so on).
Now we get to the good part. On 7th-Nov-2005 10:03 am, from the IP 63.229.134.164 (It's owned by Qwest), this anonymous comment came across:
hey you nasty fucker remember when she got your friends fat artie and chucky doll demoted? yeah, that was the best thing about that bitch. going through old files and animating them? questionable at best.
"Neat," I thought, and decided to see what else we got. I was rewarded on 8th-Nov-2005 04:28 pm (IP: 12.151.72.1) with a novel!
Those would have been funnier if there wasn’t a serious lack of cleverness on the part of the artist/author...(if you can call the idiot that)
I don’t know, something about someone who sits and types their life story into an "online journal" and makes little "cartoon strips" (and I use that term loosely) just kind of gives me a creepy mental picture...big hairy belly peeking out from beneath your stained t-shirt, mismatched socks, yellow toenails, greasy hair...fingers that smell like nicotine and old shit... Am I warm on my description??? Something tells me that I am based on the photo of you that I see posted.
And by the way, I feel for your tiny, miniature existence. If I had your life I may waste my free time on little animations and making fun of other people who by chance stumble across your puny little entries by mere coincidence, and then pretend to yourself that someone has the time, or the desire to "stock" a filthy little pig like you, when, in fact, you are barely a memory... maybe YOU are the "stocker" since apparently you are the one spending your time (and I am sure you have plenty of it on your stinky little hands) making your little cartoons and flattering yourself into believing that any one citizen in this large cyber community gives a goddamn about your pathetic day to day activities.
Seems to me, that you of all people would be the last one to attempt to hurt another person. I am sure you have had your share of hurt feelings, and obviously you are not big enough to end that cycle, you just keep spreading your filth because you are so full of hurt and rejection you want to make those around you feel the same way. It makes me sick that you are so small in fortitude.
Don’t bother responding because I wont waste anymore of my time coming back to see what your excuse of a response may be, I just simply am not interested a verbal battle with an evidently unarmed person, judging by your paltry verbal skills.
Let me take a moment aside to answer some of these .. items.
I do have a hairy belly, but, sadly, your fantasies of it peaking out betwixt t-shirt and pants will remain unfulfilled, because unlike Big Mike, I buy clothes that fit me. I also don't weight 400 pounds, either. Also, as much as dirty sex may turn you on (judging by the picture of "your man" you kept on your desk, it does), that fantasy will have to remain unfulfilled as well, because I bathe fairly regularly.
Bitch? It's "stalker". A "stocker" is the guy that puts the green bean cans back on the shelf. A "stalker" is the crazy lady that waits in the bushes outside my house with a machete and a jar of vasoline.
But enough, I digress. My favorite part was the part where we see that I should not "bother responding because she won't waste anymore of her time coming back to see what my excuse of a response may be," which, by the way, was proved false.
On 7th-Nov-2005 02:25 am, shortly after the original comment, I decided that this sort of thing needed to be, to steal a idiom from K5 and DKos "front-paged", so I created this post:
A couple things!
First, check out the Anonymous Coward that found a post from last June. I've got a stalker! Sweet.
Second,
Well, there's not really a second. I just wanted to point out some fucktard is stroking my ego.
I think at this point, it's just better to let the responses speak for themselves, which I will do now:
7th-Nov-2005 04:18 pm
Wow, just knowing I pissed that bitch off enough that either it was her who said that or she told someone else to post that, makes me happy. I just wonder how many days she went home and cried after work.8th-Nov-2005 06:53 pm (IP: 63.229.134.164)
i was terribly sorry to hear that you will be unable to concieve. how were you planning on implanting yourself? visiting a sperm bank?
alas, it is probably a good thing, you just might eat them. glutton.8th-Nov-2005 08:08 pm
Hey now.
I thought you weren't going to waste anymore of my time coming back?10th-Nov-2005 07:17 am (IP: 63.229.134.164)
I guess I can understand your seething hatred. Sadly for you and your disgusting minions, GOD spanked you hard with a curse I like to call anatomical mutation. Fortunately you managed to stagger away with one part of your being unscathed- your supreme intelligence. That said, chew on this…
Every demeaning and derogatory entry regarding your place of work, your co-workers, or your supervisors, have already been copied and forwarded to any and all of the appropriate supervisors. Oh my, what will become of this? Don’t be surprised if your cronies begin to get treated with a hint of contempt. For example look here … http://www.livejournal.com/users/dave256/158987.html
Hey Artie, this one’s for you.
Interests: helping people destroy themselves.
We don’t need no water.
Hey Dave, go eat a pound of sugar.
Hold on, I need to vent a couple things:
"Anatomical mutation"? You mean like an extra leg? Why, thank you. My penis is huge, I can see how you'd get confused.
Or were you trying to call me ugly, honey?
You do know I don't work there anymore, right?
And telling me to "go eat a pound of sugar"? Really, try to wish upon me something that I can't easily handle with more insulin. It's like me wishing you and Julie would go out in the parking lot and do more meth, I'm sure you could handle an increased dosage.
Naked K
Ah, good ole Flakey McBitch. I can't take credit for that nickname, but it does fit oh-so-well. There are just so many reason Flakey hates me. And I'm sure there will be more if she ever finds those naked pictures I put up on the internet.
(these pictures)
The real reason Naked K hates me, though, goes like this (with a bit of backstory to make it amusing):
We were roommates, she, I, and another. One evening, after not bothering to come home for some days, and rent was due, she showed up, and declared that she was thinking about moving out. We said, "Ok, just tell us when so we can find someone else." and she agreed. Some three months later, she basicly showed up and started taking her things.
We were understandbly, concerned that she was going to stiff us on things like bills and what-not. Which she tried to do. We extracted rent from her, but not money for bills -- since they were all in her name, we just shrugged and said, "Ok, have a nice life."
And didn't cancel the utilities.
For 3 months.
When she finally worked up the nerve to do it, we got a letter from one of the utility companies asking what we wanted to do, etc. So we called up and said, "Oh, no, we need them transferred effective today to our names," and gave them info etc.
What this means is, legally, Naked K is firmly responsible for 3 months of utilities at a house she didn't spend much time at.
A few months later, I decided to text message her, and remind her that she'd left a couple 5-gallon tubs of used cat litter on the back porch. It was from a new phone number, so I got the response: "Who is this????"
I waited a day. And, because there's a break in the story, now would be an excellent time to recount the story of Amanda Rose.
According to Naked K, Amanda Rose is a ghost the killed herself in the main floor bathtub, and haunts the house to this day. That's why no one uses the bathtub. Amanda Rose also stole Naked K's flute.
I waited a day, and sent back, "Amanda Rose."
I get the response, "FUCK U GUYZ U OWE ME LOTS OF $$$!!!!!"
Yeah. Awesome.
