"You three have yet to feel my rage." -- Eva
The internet, while being for porn, also seems to bring the worst out in people. While I acknowledge it as being a basic human need, akin to breathing, eating and sleeping, being a bitch has a time and a place. I'll be the first to admit, internet, that I'm a self-centered, holier-than-thou, high-horse riding, soap-box-preaching, elitist aesthete, with a serious leaning towards liberal cunt-faced bitching. I will also point out, internet, that I know that I present my bitchy commentary, and self-obsessed rants in places which are predominantly geared toward like-minded people who, while they might not agree with everything I have to say, will have the common decency to think for ten seconds before they post a comment, on my status/blog post/picture/note/event, to consider if the things that are about to be communicated through their tap-tap-tap on the keyboard will be constructive, or just plain ridiculous.
