I apologize for being away for so long. But my life is devastated. Thanks to DickyBoy "outing" me, my life has been turned upside down. Now that the world knows my true Christian name, I have been unable to function as a normal human being. It seems as though there are three types of stalkers and haters in this world.
First, there are the people who are astonished that I would lower myself to the bowels of society and let myself be associated with a bottom feeder like DickyBoy. What was I thinking? To even devote any of my show time to a loser stoner the likes to Mulletor? They are right. I need to find a better hobby than laughing at the village idiot every time he makes an ass out of himself.
Second, there are the "closet haters." These are the minions that DickyBoy refers to as his "members" and "followers." These are his admins and mods. These are his "friends." I had no Idea that his own closest confidants are that active here on this blog. I see these people post on his own sites once in a while and never believed that they were out for the same thing as me. Wow. I apologize. They get so upset when I get to DickyBoy and risk them losing their favorite thing to laugh at. Go back to what you were doing. Nothing to see here.
Third, there is the women from Craigslist and MySpace. As I have assured them that I am done poking fun on a moron who has the audacity to post my real name all over hell and creation, they have assured me that they have folks who will continue to keep DickyBoy in his place, should I happen to be too devastated since he has seen fit to poke fingers in my direction.
I do not know if I will be able to participate in this blog much longer, nor am I sure that I will be able to do any more shows on Sunday Nights on NowLive (see my show page on Sunday evening to connect to my show (if I can muster up the cajones to perform).
I don't know what to do. My wife left with my kids because she does not want to be a part of Dick's drama. My cat won't even let me pet him he is so disgusted with everything right now. I had to file a chapter 11 bankruptcy on my business, Jason Mann Enterprises, Inc. and fear that I will have no home within a couple weeks thanks to Dicky's attack on my personal life.
I tried to go to the store yesterday and got pulled over by the police. They searched my car insisting that since I am somehow associated with Dick that I MUST have a bale of marijuana and a 13 year old fat blond chinese girl hidden in there somewhere. The search delayed me for nearly 2 hours, and I did not make it to the store in time to get my nightly fix of alcohol. I was forced to drink lysol all night.
You sure got me, DickyBoy. So, as a truce, I apologize, and hereby offer to stop calling you names. Ok Richard? No more DickyBoy or Mulletor comments. From now on, out of pure respect, I will refer to you as Richard. Or Mr. Rowe. I won't even perpetuate that ridicule you receive from everyone around the world by calling you "Lord" or one of your other fake titles. I won't even cause more people to laught at you by calling you a "God" or anything religious or royal. You will simply be Richard R. Rowe, human being who thinks he is victimized by all who do not agree with him 100%, unable to compromise, unable to discuss, unable to reason.
You won, Richard. I hope that you are happy.
Now, if you would excuse me, I have to go chase your fans off of my front porch before the repo man gets here to take my car back. (part of the terms of my car lease is that I do not pick on Richard R. Rowe. Whodathunk they meant THAT Richard Rowe.
Forever you defeated adversary,
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sup /s/ i'm not sure yet that this is an actual ghost, though it sounds like it could be but anyway...
my buddy claims that every time he gets depressed he starts seeing an ethereal silhouette, sort of like a 3D shadow, a dim translucent entity that follows him wherever he goes. he feels that this is a person whom he doesnt know or recognize, but he senses that it might be female.
he doesn't really believe in ghosts, nor has he tried to interact with it, arguing that doing so would make him think he's going insane, but still he sees this thing, it doesnt disappear when he focuses on it, nor does it seem to move or float. in his words, "it's just there". when he leaves a room to enter another, the shadow seems to transpose itself automatically into this new room, always present wherever he is, until he goes to sleep.
his family has had no apparent history of schizophrenia or any other mental illness, and he doesnt want to go to a psychiatrist, because he knows it'll disappear when he gets out of this slump.
has anyone ever heard of similar situations, or have any sort of advice in general?
Okay /s/, I have a serious question, and I don't think I'd get any kind of constructive answer from /x/, so I'll ask you guys.
I don't know if I can even put this into words properly, but I'll try.
I've seen full body apparitions twice in my life, and every once in a great while I'll see a shadowy one--mostly a dog, but that's not the point. It's just that whenever I see a ghost, it's not like I'm seeing it with my eyes. Sure, I'll have my eyes wide open and staring at what I'm seeing, but it's like I'm using something else to see the ghost. Does that even make any sense?
I was just wondering if anyone else who has had an encounter with a ghost has noticed this. Every time I see a ghost, I wouldn't exactly call it a scary or creepy encounter, so maybe I was better able to analyze my reactions to the situation, but fuck, maybe I'm just batshit insane.
Pic totally unrelated.
Err, alright. I've been seeing things out of the corner of my eyes at night. Like, full body figures, but in shadows. && Also, this always happens when I'm alone. When I was just home alone, I asked what it was, and to tap my shoulder if it was friendly. It did. And that shit was cold. I think it gave me serious headlights, considering that I am female.
But, /s/, are there friendly ghosts, without bad intentions??
& Also, why can't they be warm. >:|