A bit of advice: if you're going to crash someone's party and make a big dumb ass of yourself, don't get mad at the host. Just pick up your ball and go home. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. Buh-bye.

Some moron from a couple of years ago (no not the horrible writer) found my relatively new/resurrected Xanga, and thought he'd found a kindred spirit. Started leaving comments and eprops galore, until yesterday, when it finally dawned on him who I am. He became enraged and started yakking all over my own blog and one particular forum how I'd tricked him and everyone else there, etc., etc., etc.

Nevermind that he's the only reader there who took so damn long to figure out who I am. Nevermind that he's the one who looks stupid, and knows it, which is why he's so angry. Everyone else caught on immediately, and nobody cared. The jerk even approached a friend of mine to start raving like a lunatic about how he thought I was just trying to get back in his good graces, etc. She wasn't buying it; she knows better.

It's a tempest in a teapot. I don't give a rat's patoot about being in his "good graces." They mean nothing to me. I didn't set out to make a fool of him, but since he made one of himself, I really can't feel sorry for him.

You lie in the bed you make for yourself. Don't blame the host because you crashed the wrong party. I'm just sayin' . . .