There seems to be a few people here on the old intertubes that have got their moist little panties in a twist that I am under the delusion that I am anonymous on the internet.
I know, I smirked a little too.
And because it keeps coming up time and time again and I am just getting a tad weary of rolling my eyes incessantly at their inane whining, I thought I would write this here blog post so I can point them to it, save my eyesight, and having to type this shit out AGAIN and my advertisers can get them some nice little clicks in the process.
Health conscious and fucking BUSINESS SAVVY.
So. Anonymous. Bitch please.
I choose to not share my last name. If you want to that is FINE. It is not because I think YOU shouldn’t, I just choose not to. I am sure that with some sleuthing you could find out mine and if that floats your boat go for your fucking life.
I choose to not share my kids names or pictures of them until they turn 21. EVEN THEN only when they give me explicit permission despite the fact they have been coming to blog shizzle – and last week Maddie and Ally went in my stead – for YEARS. If you want to, FINE. My blog is my place and the views expressed here are not necessarily those of my former tenants.
I choose not to share the name of my workplace or what MPS and I explicitly do for a living. It is not relevant and why on earth would you CARE?
I choose to not share the intimate details of The Big Bad Thing to protect other members of my family and their privacy. This is a HUGE thing for me. I don’t care if you feel that I am keeping something from you, I am not deceiving you in any way… isn’t it enough telling you something really fucking bad happened and it broke me? I am not ashamed of it, it wasn’t illegal, but I can’t talk about the details on the internet. Buy me a latte or a margarita and I will totally bore you with the details face to face.
I choose to share my feelings and my reactions (and subsequent complete breakdown) without giving every dirty detail because part of my story is NOT my story and therefore not mine to tell. No, I am not saving the details for a tell all book to fleece you of your hard earned cash… WHERE DO YOU PEOPLE COME UP WITH THESE THINGS OMG.
I choose to not share my blog with people I know in real life, so that means that everyone that reads this shizzle here came from other blogs, social media, from meeting me at blogging get togethers, or from google searches for rude words and feet. So, unlike your pathetic excuse for a blog, my audience is not made up by my extended family, my kids school friends, parents and teachers of said school kids keeping tabs on that weird chick that spills her guts on the internet, or terrified workmates waiting for me to expose how I caught them picking their nose in the lunchroom.
People who visit here are awesome friends that have been here for me through all the hilarity and then all the heartbreak. And a few morons like you that choose to read out of hate.
It’s all clicks for my advertisers baby…
So, if you think that I think that I am anonymous on the internet you are a fucking idiot. I CHOOSE NOT TO SHARE things and that is completely different to living in a delusion that I am ‘anonymous’.
Or, that you are.
Did I miss anything?