Pardon Me While I Vent

Sometimes the stupidity of people surprises me. I'm not sure why. I've seen enough stupidity in my lifetime that when an occurrence pops up I really shouldn't be surprised, but I am. Not always, mind you. I never expect Paris Hilton to do anything even remotely intelligent, or that Britney Spears will start making logical and well-informed choices. Or that Jessica Simpson will develop a brain. But I do expect that the regular, every day people, the ones I am around on a daily basis, will generally exhibit a modicum of intelligence. And, I'm pleased to say for the most part these people don't disappoint.

But every now and again they do.

Take for instance Miss Pansy Ass. Now, I won't give her real name here because while she seemed to have no compunction about outing my personal business to the powers that be, I'll show a little more restraint. But suffice to say, Miss Pansy Ass, that if you are reading this, you're anonymous call was not anywhere near as anonymous as you would like to think it was.

I know who you are. I know what you did. And I am not impressed. Nor, as you many be unaware, was your intended audience. Whatever point you had planned to make, whatever you hoped to accomplish by doing this, has failed miserably.

I like to call it karma.

And you may want to brace yourself, because I have a feeling there may be some more of the bad variety coming your way. But you made that bed, so I guess you may as well get comfy and wallow in it, huh? Meanwhile I will smile with the realization that you will be the author of your own demise and I won't even have to lift a finger.