I didn't go to school in Vegas.

Yes, my first name happens to be Michael.

Happy?

Would you like to know what my favorite cereal is?

Cocoa Pebbles.

To answer your litany...

Yes, I have been going through terminal mood swings since this girl went into porn. I care, I'm angry, and I care, and I'm angry. Going back and forth is just the way I'm dealing with it.

I don't need to name the girl I'm talking about. I'm sure she comes here, and I'm sure she's read what I wrote. She was an internet addict before, and I'm sure that hasn't changed. She probably lurks around to see if anyone mentions her fucking videos. In fact, I think I've spotted her on AdultDVDTalk.

Even though I haven't bought any of her videos, naming her would only increase her popularity, and help her get more boxcovers. I sure don't need to help her get any further into this, that's for sure.

When you figure that my posts on here are getting an average of 1,000 views in a matter of days, naming her would just about amount to putting a commercial on a local radio station.

It ain't brain surgery to figure out who it is anyways. You all have enough clues already.

I may as well be screaming at Gen though, because the two of them are like siamese twins. It's really odd how Gen will say the exact same phrases, the exact same way. Freaks me out a bit, to be sure. I guess it all goes with the 'I got fucked in the ass, so now I don't care about anything at all' mindset. Oh well.

The love/hate thing is not hard to understand.

These are emotions you go through when you care about someone, and don't like seeing them hurt themselves. People who don't give a shit don't have mood swings. And that's because- they simply don't care. I care.

So now that I've answered your two questions, do we get to see a pic of you?

Or are you just another buffet munching super huge Vegas circus animal female? There's a lot of those there. Fucking fat women's heaven, Vegas is. That's one of the reasons we left, by the way. You don't find too many fat women on the coast of California. Rich guys don't like fat women, and fat women don't go to the beach. That is, except when the hispanics drag their fat women out. Or roll them, as it were. God, what an awful display of flesh that is. Too many damn bean burritos for those women.

Put your money where your mouth is.

Put up a pic.

The Outsider