Impudent (adjective)
1. of, pertaining to, or characterized by impertinence and rudeness, effrontery
2. Unashamed, immodest.
Origins:
Latin 'Im' (without) and 'pud' (base of pudere, 'to feel shame'; cf pudendum = 'shameful thing'. Thus, 'without shame.'
I mean, basically, I don't like your blog as it stands.
At this present time.
I'm just trying to get a little variety into the blogs. So far they are basically:
- Help, I need friends and am bored
- Now I just feel like being provocative
- Timid commentary on US news items
- Food
- Oh my life is so hard becuase of (reason X)
So give me a break.
but apparently I failed.
Actually, apparently YOU failed to realize I was being thematic.
I admit it.
The idea of you disliking my blog seems so plausible, it didn't occur to me that you were playing along.
What I said about the timid news commentary stands, though.
...was I simply backtracking in my last post after feeling guilty that I was unironically being impudent.
Maybe I saw the error of my ways, but instead of apologizing, I turned it back on you to make you look stupid.
You will never know.
Gee, the internet can sure be a communication nightmare.
..was I rudely chiming in knowing that you would think that I was just being an asshole and not being thematic, and that you would respond as you did leaving yourself open to being made a fool of.
It couldn've been an elaborate set up all along.
But you will not know that either.
That you were genuinely and sincerely commenting on the fact that you dislike my blog.
To which I made an unashamed and sincere response.
You are missing the whole point with all this "Was I or wasn't I" stuff. No-one cares.
You know.
Everything is just a big fucking jumbled MESS, Steve!
Nothing is black and white including your fucking blog. Art is being created here and all you try to do is keep something attached to some point that is only in your god for saken head!
because I don't care if you were trying to be an arsehole or not.
You know as well as I do that you don't give a fuck about art and nor do I.
Perfect example of art being ruined.
I was segwaying into a whole cosmic conversation about how reality is just totally fucked up and you pull in the strings and snap me back into the lame reality that is your blog.
Where's that fried acid-head Mandie when you need her?
Meth binge?
Anyway, I got no problems with you being here. It's only you that has the problem. I make no promises I will not ruin your 'art'.
out now