So Tragic...*sniffle*

I feel for you.

To be so full of anger and bitterness that you just can't let it go.

What a victim you are.

I bitch about things, huh?

Yeah. Sure. Sure.

I write to write and almost every blog is tagged as "humor".

You're an idiot.

Sadly, you are an idiot whom I know.

...and those of us who know that you are doing this are laughing at you.

You're a sad, sad, little person, sweet tits.

I recommend you slide those hands down that kit and see if there's anything there.

What if your penis lost an inch every time you said something negative or mean?

At this point, you'd have a vagina.

And that's what you are.

A sad little pussy.

Complain and attack all you want.

I win every time you do.

If I didn't matter, you wouldn't be on my blog.

You are.

I'm not on yours.

You're not interesting enough.

No more of your lame ass comments will be posted.

You're just not worth it...but I'm guessing you've heard that a time or two before.

Why don't YOU quit the sport?

Why don't YOU go ride your bike and get better instead of worrying about me.

You've said it before, I suck, so I'm no threat to you.

...except that off the bike, I have and am everything you ever wanted...and that's gotta sting a little bit.

Crybaby? Me?

I'm not the one crying because someone else has a nicer bike...or car...or mtb shoes.

What was that song we sang when we were kids...

"Baby. Baby. Stick your head in gravy... Wash it out with bubble gum and send it to the Navy. Baby. Baby."

Now see? That was kind of fun!

Mmmmmkay...the little bitchslap-sing-along is over.

Jeeze...you're gonna lose your ever loving mind when I write the blog about my team's psychocross clinic, because YOU are not going....ANNNNNND Jeremy Powers IS going.

*hands X-Faxtor/Muscle Milk/Anonymous/Iknowyourrealidentityfucker a tissue*

Word of advice, know your opponents. Even "hidden" I know you better than you know me.

"What is is that you actually do for a living?" you asked me in casual conversation...

Truth? I make a lot of money crucifying ignorant, emotionally motivated assclowns who lack reason.

You may be faster than me, but I own the game that you have decided to play.

Your emotional imbalance and lack of experience has and will be your downfall.

The next time I look you in the eye, things will be very different.

Grab your ankles and pray, Sunshine.

*wink*