Looks like I'm done with OA for good, now. Nice time while it lasted, but shit is just too outta hand.
It's my own fault, though. Should've never called Rocketman in the first place. Sure, I thought I was blocking my caller ID but of course not. Granted, I didn't think the motherfucker was going to go insane post my cell phone number all over the place, but it just goes to show that no matter how crazy you might think you are, there's always people willing to outcrazy your ass. My hat is off to you, Rocketman.
Then all this other shit. I guess I got so tired of the same pix of me being reposted by the same stupid fucking mouthbreathers trying to get on my nerves that I thought, fuck, I'll just take a bunch of pix so I don't have to keep seeing the same ones over and over again. That ended with me getting dissed even further, and motherfuckers inexplicably telling me I live in Section 8 housing! For fucks' sake.
As far as this latest drama is concerned, well... I ain't commenting on it. Other than to say that shit is getting CRAZY blown out of proportion, and that I'm really getting too old for this shit. My stomach is in knots over the internet? Shit's ridiculous.