Warning: The following blog may contain minor cursing. Sorry, I don't like to do it, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Who ever you are the commented on my blog (not Nat): I'm not going to loose my temper, and I am all for freedom of speech and all that, but I need to get this off my chest: Why the hell did you have to call me a bitch? You don't even know me! Unless you do know me, and the only person I think of that knows me who could call me that is the girl I insulted in my last entry from science class, but I doubt that's you. Even if it IS you, I'm sorry for insulting you, but I'm not sorry for saying it, because it's true and you better shape up if you want to get anywhere in life. Well, you probably aren't her, so why the hell did you feel the need to call me a bitch? Really, you don't know anything about me or what I do, and I didn't say anything insulting at all in that last entry! So just leave me alone!
On a happier note happy birthday to Marco Polo.
More later. I'm too angry to be funny.