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Bobby Brown people: Itsss myyy perogativeeee.....yeah yeahhhh

I had to change my status to ‘married’ on the ONLY public page I have because of incessant gag me up messages like this.

The title of the message: LOVE

Message:

HAI! I AM X, A AGRICULTURAL SCIENTIST, I LIKE TO HAVE RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU.PLEASE,KINDLY RESPONSE.I AM YOUNG AND ENERGETIC.HOMELY FIGURE,EXCERCISE BODY,VERY ATTRACTIVE,HANDSOM,CLUBABLE MAN.SELF EMPLOYED,AGRICULTURAL GRADUATE DOING MY OWN RESEARCH FOR THE UPLIFTMENT OF POOR INDIAN FARMERS.SOVIAL.WILLING TO WORK HARD TO MAKE MY LOVE STRONG.NEVER SMOKE,NEVER DRINK.IAM FROM TAMILNADU AGRICULTURAL UNIVERISITY,I LIKE TO PLAY SHUTTLE COCK AND DO GARDENING.LIKE TO READ HORRY POTTER BOOKS. I WANT TO MEET YOUNG BEAUTIFUL GIRL OF ANY ORIGIN.READY TO MARRY.

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This just took the cake. I had to I had to ok I’am sorry but this was screaming blog material. I’am sorry I had to cut and paste this here since I just could not put it to words, I tried I swear-I even silently asked the fairy god mother to help me put that into proper sentences, and even she cried. Thus, no help. This person sent me the same message long ago which I obviously didn’t reply, and he sent me this again today, I gave him one chance, did it again .So sorry bugger,blog material it is .I came into work today as usual in the vein of the red carpet entrance with flowers thrown at me as it was roughly 10am! So what’s usually the first thing I do? Check email, check this and that and then get down to business. So I made myself my coffee (Yes Miss Dallas Diary, from time to time I make my own coffee!) and sat down and opened friendster and clicked on new messages and read the above and nearly had a vision of Elvis Presley. Near death. The coffee nearly came up to my nose. Accordingly, I had to blog this people. Did I tell you they called me a bitch back in high school? No? BEEYATCH.

I need to be taught that people are different and what’s cool and not to them are different and I should not be judgmental. HEY. I hate people judging me, so I should not judge. Practice what you preach Nelly. This also boils down to another problem with me, I get aggravated with everyone. See when I was about to go to uni, and being the lost soul that I’am, obviously didn’t know what to do. Being Indian, if you’re not a lawyer,doctor,engineering or etc.Only 5, iam sure its only 5.You labeled a dirty rascal that didn’t do the right thing. So I wanted to do psychology and my dad jumped at me like as if I was a mad woman. So I had to do accountancy simply because I did not have enough money to fund my own education (you get the picture) - Veto

What did this little rascal do, I took all the psych electives. Hehe. I took an elective which had elements of human normal and abnormal behavior, body language and etc. So I should know how to deal with people and get less pissed off at everything right?. But it ain’t working hunny. I need to sign up for a course called people management or anger management or something. But what do you do when people say 'I like to play shuttle cock' ? Understand me! Understand me!

A reflection: Why don’t I ever get nice messages from shirtless sweaty hunks that call me cute and wanna buy me some wine and bread and butter pudding instead of ‘ I like to play shuttle cock and read horry potter’.

Shit did I just say bread and butter pudding. I can be quite random.

But thank you very much Mr. Agricultural boy, I’am not going to kindly response and I’am sorry to break your green heart.

Everyday we learn something new. Million dollar question for you: What the spiderman is ‘clubable’ man? Can anyone please tell me?


Bacardi Brezer anyone?

Amuse me.

Love,
Me.