For one my word isnt gospel. The sky hasnt split just because my biological age isnt what it seemed like i claimed it was. (i can almost picture you doing a jig when you found out)

For two, with all your florid barbs at my mental (in)capabilities, i was simply humoring you by humbly acknowledging my mental age (you see im not the one pretending to be cool)

reverse IP !!??? Golly gee!!! And congratulations, in the true style of a chicklit heroine you have — tormented at coming face to face with your mediocrity — done what only a nancy from single in the city or some such pink-jacketed book would do. you had an extended conversation with your girlfriends at a coffee shop…snarled at the “bitch” who one-upped you at the office party …and decided to …in true kitty style “get the dirt” on the girl and use it to make for an amoeba-for-brains retort.

I was told id find a worthy opponent in you. unfortunately rather than stylishly analyse my critique and tear me apart for my own weaknesses therein revealed — like how i generalised your love story into just that and lost out on something truly grey-cell stirring; or how i have acute phobia of being typecast —….you did what all us girls did in high school…….sigh.

and about what i will do in the UN (and i thought i was unemployed, will you please tell me my blood type too?), well let’s just say i have smarter things on my agenda. Like playing with my Neopet Mondaymoo on superspeed internet ….it would certainly be more stimulating than this. I hope you get the girl. I’ll wait for the blog on wedding day jitters and how you made out with your ex flame and regretted it.. how the dress was too tight and the catering late,,….but in the end it all worked out…..after all, isnt that how all sex-in-the-city inspired narratives flow???

P.S.criticism when taken in the right spirit helps one improve. that is to say if one is mentally evolved enough to introspect. the acid test of the said evolution is to see if the criticised was able to escape the labyrinth of grandiloquent words and see the crux of the critique for it really was…. tsk! tsk!

The credit card details have been mailed to you. Flit off, now.

P.S.: Couldn’t help posting twice, could you? I see premature ejaculation writ large all over your virtual face.

P.P.S. Nice, bringing the whole Bridget Jones reference into it. I hadn’t though of it that way yet. Hmmm….

Research your encyclopedia of snoozies??????? Man I’m unemployed NOT suicidal.

Give me the credit card details and I’ll be off sooner than you can say “Will she love me or not, I am thirty, making money but unwanted and trying to sound smart with a masturbatory blog.”

Oh! and btw! Just in case you’re there sitting in your mustard-ketchup-stained boxer, paunch making tea-tray, thinking this is romantic foreplay or some such (because I know your type does the entire Bridget Jones routine with “he’s so mean to me must be animal lust” thing)…then please banish the thought. I’m fifteen and yet ruling your arse.

Research your encyclopedia of snoozies??????? Man I’m unemployed NOT suicidal.

Give me the credit details and I’ll be off sooner than you can say “Will she love me or not, I am thirty, making money but unwanted and trying to sound smart with a masturbatory blog.”

Oh! and btw! Just in case you’re there sitting in your mustard-ketchup-stained boxer, paunch making tea-tray, thinking this is romantic foreplay or some such (because I know your type does the entire Bridget Jones routine with “he’s so mean to me must be animal lust” thing)…then please banish the thought. I’m fifteen and yet ruling your arse.

P.S. Have already covered the Braveheart rants earlier. Do some research before you turn up. Makes this blog sound very immature, otherwise.

But dont give up just yet….I will want to kill it slowly and painfully. So do put up a lame fist in the air and make some grand gas Braveheart style (you probably watched it thrice anyway!)