Those [REDACTED]s. They have the courage of their convictions, and I salute them.
I ran into Jakob Lodwick at SF’s Burning Man Decompression. The first time I’ve seen him in four years. He turned and ran – yes, ran – away. It was like seeing a ghost.
Incredibly, unbelievably painful.
This [REDACTED] wisely turned heel and ran, because it took him months to get through to her, after they broke up, that he didn’t want to hear from her (someone at some point posted the deleted blog post JL wrote about how JA would not leave him alone. Please send it to me if you’ve got it).
The other [REDACTED] also refused to reply to all her e-mails and messages. Four years later she sent his fiancee an e-mail letting her know that there might have been some overlap between them even though it was a bold-faced lie. Huh. I wonder why neither guy wants to be in touch with a toxic little Princess Demento?
Can you imagine if [REDACTED], he of the hot Gnarls Barkley lipdub, HAD stopped and had a conversation with this loon? How many texts, Facebook messages and/or e-mails do you suppose she would have sent him in the hours following their conversation and for months to come. I bet she’s already sent him some long, sobbing, “who do you think you are???” dispatch that’s every bit as ridiculous as the emo Gotye video she has up on her blog right now. So dignified and classy, that one. Don’t shake it off and move on, you dumb Donkey, blog and Tweet about it. That oughta help things.