VENGEANCE IS MINE SAYETH THE DEVIL KITTY

Vengeful Scorpio

Woman Scorned

Blogger spammed

But really, I'm a nice person. Ask anyone (that still speaks to me). I'm just one of those people that believes you should repay kindness 5 fold and repay mean people 50 fold. Hey, they started it.

I guess it all started in childhood. In kindergarten, my teacher was taking us through a fingerpainting exercise. As I was easily distracted, she not-so-gently redirected me. (This was the early 70's - they were not-so-gentle then) Annoyed, I rubbed my tiny hands in the multi-colored paint and got them good and gookie. Then I got up, stood in front of her sweetly and when she started to tell me to sit down, I dragged my fingerpainty hands down the front of her dress. Needless to say that did NOT make her happy and so began the long history of me bringing notes home from my various teachers. And an even longer history of being grounded.

(And yes kiddies - this was before being grounded meant sitting in your room on your computer, watching TV with your iPod on...)

When I was in fifth grade a neighbor girl ratted me out for something trivial and I got in a lot of trouble. The next day I waited for her at the park and proceeded to drag her by her feet through a field of - er - dog bombs. She ran home screaming and crying covered head-to-toe in "do do". When I walked in the door the phone was ringing, my mother laughed too hard to really ever ground me for that one.

At age 19 my roommate and I were leaving a club. He was jumped by skinheads and beat to a pulp. While I was in the hospital with him I made a phone call. A mysterious fire broke out in the skinhead house later that night.

A few years later I found out another roommate was stealing from me. Took my credit cards, had hawked my entire coin collection (with a pretty considerable amount at the time and started when I was about four) and was basically a pathological liar. I opened the door later in the evening that I found out, and invited two very nice policemen in to handcuff him and remove him to a nice jail cell nearby. You can be damned sure that I was a witness for the prosecution.

When I was 24, a boyfriend pissed me off by going to Florida for a trip and never returning (don't ask). Three years later he literally appeared on my workplace doorstep, asking me back. After rejecting him for weeks he started to date my friends. So, I took him back. Just long enough to plan a road trip to Pittsburgh, leave him at a rest stop, and return with another boyfriend.

I don't really need to go on do I?

Since the inception of this blog I have been receiving SPAM "comments". Oh yes, dear spammers, this makes me very mad. You won't like me when I get mad...

My idea? I'm considering having a program developed that will bog their systems down with so much SPAM it will shut down their servers. I'm sure one exists already but I just need to get my hands on it. It will find the Yahoo! blocked SPAM folders from every user and just keep sending it to them. Oh yeah. I really want this. Bad. I'm sure it's illegal, wrong or impossible but I REALLY want this.

But anyhow, you get the picture. Don't piss me off.