I told him to have one of his band-mates take him; I had to finish the laundry and get things ready for tomorrow morning.

Oh what a hateful thing to say! This was an emergency! I’m such a bitch! How could I say something like that?! I bet Darren wouldn’t say things like that…

Fine. Go be with Darren. I’m sick of saying “how high?” when I’m ordered to jump. I put my entire day on hold Friday, and I’m way behind now, so I’ll be damned if I’m going to keep putting my life on hold because Dennis wants attention now. I thought about telling him if he wanted attention so badly, he could wash the laundry or make the bed. I wouldn’t protest that too badly. Ha ha! Or maybe he could clean the bathroom up? That would certainly catch my attention. Being an ex-chronic drug over-doser, I know why and how people do it. The number one reason is attention, especially when they’ve experimented enough with the drug so they know how much to take to make them sick, because they’re such awful actors without the drugs, without killing them.

Besides, Litican isn’t that toxic in less than a gram, even if we had toxic levels of it here, it’s not as if people are dropping like flies over it.

I have reassured them that I knew what I was doing when I did it. I have reassured them that I thought this time of making a friend was different than the other times. It fell on deaf ears. I have been labeled “stupid” and “vulnerable” by people who are supposed to have my best interests in mind. I have been asked many times “how much was it this time?” by people who should not even have a say so in the entire ordeal.

Don’t get me wrong. I understand that many people are without caring people in their lives or people who really, truly care what happens to them, but I feel the people in my life have taken this into overkill, and I don’t like it one bit.

I’ll start from the beginning, which actually begins in March of 2008, when I first joined Entrecard, to a few weeks ago, when some significant changes were made on my account.

For a little info on what I do through Entrecard, I visit about 600 sites per day to drop 600 cards; I have two blogs that I regularly drop on, though the main site that I advertise and use is this blog here on comatised.com. My other blog was a technology blog that my family reads, and it’s almost abandoned now. I drop on the 30 most popular blogs in the following categories:
All
Blogging Resources
Computers and Internet
Cooking and Dining
Entrekids
Graphic Design
Health and Medicine
Humor
Lifestyle
Mixed Bag
Parenting and Family
Personal Diary

Those vary from the two blogs that I drop on, and occasionally, I will gain 50,000 Entrecredits and do a mass advertisement every two to three months. In my travels through Entrecard, I noticed some sites were down, some had no widgets, some had database errors, and some were redirected to advertisement sites. All of those are against Entrecard’s TOS. Soon, I began reporting these sites through the “contact Entrecard” box in my profile.

Last month, I received an email from the head of support, Andrew. He had noticed how pro-active I was in reporting sites that violated TOS, and offered me a position as a support admin. With that came the ability to warn or delete users who broke the rules of Entrecard. I emailed him back and told him what my conditions of a warn vs. a delete would be: If there was a simple human error in a website, such as a database error or internal server error, I would warn the user to fix it within 72 hours. If there was no widget or the site redirected to an advertisement, I would delete the account. In doing so, I would inform the user that their account could be reinstated and restored once the error was corrected, if they chose to continue to use the service.

Andrew agreed that this was a good plan, and granted me access as an admin. Since then, I have warned several users and deleted a few.

I always comment to them when I warn or delete them that their account can be reinstated with all information restored if they correct their account’s error and wish to continue to use Entrecard. I also inform them of why their account was deleted or warned. In more recent comments to users, I have told them that warnings do not stack up, especially if it is a database or internal server error, and once the warning is gone, I personally cannot see these old warnings.

I did not post about this on my blog because at the time, I knew how people react to authority figures. Let’s face it. People act differently when their boss is in the room or a police officer has just pulled them over. Much like children behave differently when the teacher is out of the room or a substitute is teaching. I didn’t want that treatment.

Rest assured that Andrew reads all of my support comments, and if he felt that I was doing a poor job, he would have revoked my privileges by now.

I don’t make the rules of Entrecard. I just enforce them. I volunteer my time enforcing these rules because I want the community to run smoothly, at least for the top 30 most popular sites in the community. I believe that Entrecard is beneficial to bloggers for a sense of community and exposure.

That being said, I did not join Entrecard to make friends or be liked. I joined because I wanted my Alexia points to be boosted. Making friends and being liked is just the icing on the cake.

Still, if anyone feels to extract revenge on me or justified by stealing my personal pictures, calling me filthy names, posting lies about me, then by all means, please do so. It shows that you have a very small mentality and are severely disturbed. You broke the rules of a community that you voluntarily joined and continue to use. I’d also like to say that your definition of a “friend” is wrong and skewed. When I posted that I was having severe low blood sugars, you never commented. When I posted that I’d been in a car accident, you never commented. When I posted that my teeth were causing me such severe pain that I could not eat for several weeks, you never commented. Yet you called yourself my friend? That’s hilarious. That’s not a friend. I’ve posted nearly identical entries in my journal and real friends commented on the situations.

When people lie about me or post ridiculous things about me on the web, I generally don’t care. I’ve been online for over a decade. I’ve had sites since I was 19 years old. You don’t have a web presence that long without pissing off someone. When people lie about me on the web, it doesn’t bother me. I won’t be contacting this person’s host. Let their entry stand. Let the world see, for themselves, that this person is a liar and a thief.

Just because others might be wondering: If you want to find my dirty laundry, the internet is the last place to look for it. It’s not there. In the eleven years that I have had a site, I’ve learned that the internet can only regurgitate what you feed it. Everything I have posted on my site, publicly, or in my journal, are things that I am not ashamed of. If I were ashamed of them, I would not have posted them. I’m not stupid. This also includes pictures. If I thought I was so hideous, I wouldn’t include photos of myself on the web. I’m not ashamed of how I look, what medicines I take to control my nerve damage or my emotional state. I’m comfortable with me, and I like me. Maybe when this person learns to like themselves, they’ll see that I’m not the one with the problem in this entire ordeal.

Thank you to Matt, Tara, Cedric, James and all of my Facebook friends who thought this was hilarious and posted such funny comments on my wall. I love you all.

I would also like to take this opportunity to say that if you got the “banned” notice on Recycled Frockery, please send an email to support@entrecard.com and tell them, or fill out the comments box in your profile. You will remain anonymous, as in Recycled Frockery will not get your information to abuse like she did mine, but they need people to come forward and help them investigate this woman for breaking the rules of the site. I also support Matt’s comments and discoveries in this fully. I’m actually proud of him in response that he did not use any racial slurs. He did, however, leave out “vengeful” in his lists of faults, but somethings are best left for the surprise effect. He also left out that I have thanked this person for helping me in the past, but she can’t tell the truth. It wouldn’t make her look good enough in the eyes of the 1-2 people who actually do visit her site. Darren taught me to be a cold-hearted bitch. I can’t thank him enough for this!

For anyone who didn’t get any frantic text messages from me yesterday/last night, Doc Dan took away my car keys and license because of my head injury and the pink pills I’m taking to keep food down. Other than that, he put me on a hormone therapy because apparently, my lack of internal reproductive organs is messing up chemicals in my brain and neurons, and my other hormones are not ready for the ‘change of life’ hormones.

So what happened to me?

Tuesday night, I went in search of forbidden objects. Mostly my nephew’s things that still make me cry, two years after the fact. I found a plastic bin of his things on the shelf in my closet, and had to stand on a small chair to even pull the bin off the shelf. I lost my balance, fell onto the floor, and while I was sitting there, trying to recover, I was whacked in the head with a 2000+ page, hard-cover organic chemistry text book. It was my text book. WTF. I knew my research was dangerous, but I didn’t know it was that dangerous.

Yesterday, I was dizzy and vomiting. At 10:30 in the morning, I had an appointment with Doc Dan. He was at the Cancer Center all the way across town. Seeing the lumps and bumps on my head, he ordered a CT. The results were injuries. He immediately took my car keys, my driver’s license, and said I had to call for a ride home. We then discussed hormone therapy and my other tests.

I called every single local person in my phone, and at 8:40pm, right when Doc Dan was coming back with my papers to admit me to a hospital for the night, Mark comes walking in, and announced he was my ride. Doc Dan remarked that my ‘husband’ had gained weight, height and 20 years in the past six months. He was kidding. Mark didn’t take it so lightly.

Mark had to practically carry me into my house. I ended up dashing to the bathroom to wash off the cop smell (haha). He offered to stay the night, but I assured him my 73 year old father-in-law was a good enough baby sitter for me. I did beg for a ride to the Apple store today and a ride to the post office tomorrow. He said he’d be here. That was nearly 24 hours ago.

All night long I vomited and took pink pills. Pills that were supposed to stop the sickness, but seemed to make it worse. More than once the dizziness woke me up. Confusion clouded my mind, and I often woke up thinking I was in a hospital room. My husband was gone all night long with his band. He came dragging ass home at 5am, and never noticed that I was sick. I guess this in itself pisses me off more so than the harasser emailing me today. But what do I know? I feel better, if anyone cares.

My husband is out with his band mates right this minute, so here I sit. Alone. Dizzy. And waiting.

See you all in the morning?

G’night.

Ok, I did smile and ask Dennis if he noticed the crying kid outside the store. He said yes and that’s when I grinned and said, “I did that,” “What have I told you about being mean to little kids out in public?!” I had to roll my eyes. Damned little brat was mean to me! It was his mother who slapped him!

I got some pretty bad emails today. All I have to say regarding the sub-drama that is following me around over this whole gay drama thing: If you’re so depressed that you’re going to drink laundry whitener and swallow heart medicine, then I can’t help you anymore. Yes, it makes me appear to be a total bitch, or a stuck up bitch, but I guess that’s how I truly am? Remember, you started this. I did what you wanted, and now you’re upset at me? Makes no sense. Be mad at yourself, not me. I just want to wash my hands of this entire thing.

Oh, and to everyone else? Dr. Cowboy Pete says hi:

So does the fountain:

Oh, and if he-who-does-not-want-to-be-named is reading this: Yep, it’s your fault. I was ok until you started all of that drama. Now I just want you to go ahead and go your separate way. I haven’t deleted you from my WordPress account yet, but you’ve been demoted from an admin to a simple author. You can’t even delete comments. And that’s the way I like it. Oh, and I won’t be ‘putting in a good word’ about you to my host to get your own domain or get one hosted on her account. No way no how. Not after the remarks you made about me. Buy your own damned hosting. I’m washing my hands of all of this.

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I wonder if the know just who they sent that letter to?

The icing on the cake was they sent me pre-typed letters to the Reps, asking me to send $1000 to each Rep to “influence them” to see “my views” on this. Um. How about the idiot who sent me that letter send me $1000? I really could use it.