Who I Am
Name: GaelicMalice.
Age: Twenty-eight. Yes, in real life. I was born in 1980. Don't believe me? That's not my problem. I'm not going to scan my birth certificate to prove it.
DON'T call me "old"; I don't like it. I won't be old until 2030. That's a long way from now.
If I correct your spelling, thank me. I majored in English in college, and I'm a writer. I know what I'm talking about. Some of the typos I see here are second-grade stuff. If you can't figure out when to use "your" or "you're", then there's something wrong with you. You must have been talking that day in class. Or else you were asleep. I wasn't. That's why I did well in that class all through school.
Don't Bible-thump to me. I won't listen. I'm very proud of being an atheist, and that will not change just because you don't like it. Any attempts to convert me will be mocked and thwarted, and you will find your way onto my Ignore list if you even think about it.
Don't cuss me out. Most of you are kids. I'm a grown woman. I don't have to put up with that from people nearly half my age. Mock me for ANY reason, and you WILL be put onto my Ignore list. There will be no second chances. Nor will there be exceptions. I do not deserve to be treated like trash by people who, in fact, ARE trash. Besides, why the hell should I give a damn as to what YOU think of ME? It's what I think about YOU that I care about. If I like you, you'll know it. If I do not like you, rest assured that you will know that, as well. I am well past the age where I have to answer to you, or to anyone else. Your immaturity will never impress me.
Private messages are ALWAYS deleted unread. I have a perfectly good reason for this: Any private messages I've received have had nothing in them that was worth my time. Please don't put anything in the Subject line after reading this in order to get me to change my policy. I won't. If I don't know you, I'm not going to open the message. That's all there is to it. That's my final word on the subject. Thank you in advance for respecting it.
