are you kidding me with this shit?!

fucking hell. i'm still completely amazed at people sometimes, and i'm not talking good amazed, i'm talking amazed as in it makes me want to smack myself in the face just to be sure this shit's real. i'm not sure if it's the anonymity of the internet or just a complete lack of sense, but sometimes shit makes my head spin. because i'm a secret shit-talking blogger, i can't give the exact details of this story, but let's say i make polished turd dolls with curly synthetic hair. this is how it went:

the dumbass: "i love your polished turd dolls SO MUCH :)~ where do you get your supplies to make them???!!!"

me: *silence*

after a few hours of no response, seeing as how i, as a handmade turd doll maker, would be foolish to share my secrets, she contacts me through another social media.

the dumbass: "i don't know if you saw my question the first time, but i want to know where you get your turds and your curly synthetic hair! how to you polish them? do you do it yourself? i'm bored and i want to start making polished turd dolls, too. please tell me where you buy your supplies so i can get some, too!!!!!"

me: "i appreciate your interest in my curly-haired polished turd dolls, but since my income is directly earned from sales of my turds, i don't share my techniques or list of suppliers. i'm sure you can understand."

the dumbass: *mean face* *probably calling me a turd eating bitch*

seriously, WHAT THE FUCK?! why for the love of french fries would you go to someone who earns a living from their craft, be it polished turn dolls or organic flavored condoms, and ask to know all of their secrets because you've decided you want to copy them? i seriously can't believe this shit. not that i haven't been asked before, but i have been tracked down to different locations and asked multiple times by the same person. here's your information, dumbass: fuck off!

when shit gets rude.

i'm certainly not one for etiquette, and this shouldn't surprise you. not at all. BUT i think manners are a whole other matter. i mean, i know i'm sometimes inappropriate (translation, i'm often inappropriate, but i fear my brain is missing some key element that tells me what is acceptable and what is not), but when it comes to being polite, i think i have that covered. maybe i'm just being a bitch, but i'm a little pissed off about the way a friend acted yesterday.

the scene: at a friend's house for her birthday party. there are about 25 people, so since all of the attention is on her, she's not acting like herself which makes it weird from the very beginning. after about an hour, she sneaks away to open her birthday gifts. she came to stand beside me and said, "thanks for the card." i asked her if she opened the gift that was with the card, thinking that they may have been separated since the box was small. she said she did open the gift, but she didn't say anything about it or thank me. i gave her a pair of earrings, but as luck would have it, she doesn't have pierced ears. i feel bad about it, but she just kind of waived her hand in the air and said, "whatever" as she rolled her eyes. i wasn't sure if i wanted to cry or punch her in the face, but it really hurt my feelings. when did we start thanking people based on how well we like the gift as opposed to thanking them for the thought and for getting us a gift, whether that gift is a new car or a broken pencil.

shit like that bothers me. while my mouth may be vulgar, i like to think that my heart is kind, and i could never imagine acting so spoiled about getting a gift. i mean, FUCK, it was a NO GIFTS party, and i still brought something. yeah, that's the last time i buy a gift for that person.