I finally received hate mail!!

I got my first official hate mail yesterday afternoon! After that, they just kept coming. I am very excited for this. Thank you! Please keep them coming. You may reach me at dirtytoolalert@gmail.com.

The following is the my first official hate mail:

So i've read through some of this blog that i found. I'm now convinced that the whole soddy lot of you.. every last person you talk about in this blog (including yourself) need to be locked away and all your kids placed in foster care. if all these rants are true, none of your are fit to be a parent, let alone a decent human being.

You all are everything that is wrong with society. worthless loser people with kids who do nothing but bitch and moan about everything.

You like to think you are some smart intelligent and strong woman but your writing reveals you as a ignorant, stupid blow-hard. you like to embrace the fact that you can "be a bitch sometimes" but it just makes you a terrible person. you are a terrible person. and as much as you like to bash the "parenting skills" of the sperm donor, you are probably a terrible mother too.

i feel really bad for the kids. mommy is a bitch and daddy is a moron so they'll need therapy when they get older and have no idea of what a healthy relationship is because they never witnessed one.

Dear reader,

Thank you for your kind email. I am glad you enjoyed my blog.  While I have no idea what soddy means, I will assume it is a term of endearment and appreciate you taking time out from your day to contact me with such.

I do understand how you might find these rants to be untrue, but let me assure you they are real. I am rather creative and can use my imagination to the fullest but I am not this creative. I do remember being in grade school and having to write a creative assignment due to misbehaving in the classroom. Yes, I know you find it hard to believe that I was misbehaving in the classroom but I had to write a 5 page story and present it to class. I wrote my masterpiece while I was in afterschool detention and read it to the class the next day. My teacher told me that I was very creative and I have real talent. Although, the story was about mythical creatures and such, I do not have the ability to or the imagination to make up what I write about in my blog.

Also, I see where you coming from about not being a fit parent or a decent human being. I am not able to provide for my daughter because we live on the streets and I have taught her how to find food through the various of dumpsters located around the valley. However, I am able to buy a computer in order to blog about all these experiences. But living on the streets isn’t all that bad. We have a nice box set up under a bridge downtown with all the other homeless bums. We are like one big family that help each other out. Big Paul is like the father figure my daughter has never had. He taught her how to pick pocket and scam people using her big, pretty brown eyes. My daughter is really fond of him.

You also brought up a valid point about having children and doing nothing but bitch and moan. While, I would like to agree with you here, I only have one child and I do not bitch and moan about everything. See, I do eat, sleep, go to the bathroom, and teach my daughter valuable lessons about how to survive on the street. I only bitch and moan for the amount of time Starbucks allows me in their store to use their wifi before customers start complaining about my stench and I am asked to leave. I didn’t mention anything about having time to take showers because it is rather difficult to take showers while you are living on the streets. We are too busy collecting your garbage and pop cans that there is no time during the day to actually shower.

I would also like to point out that I do not see myself as  “some smart intelligent and strong woman but your writing reveals you as a ignorant, stupid blow-hard”. If I was a smart, intelligent, and strong woman, I wouldn’t be living on the streets. But I do pride myself in using correct grammar and punctuation, like commas. Is stupid blow-hard another term of endearment? Thank you. Also, I never bragged about “being a bitch sometimes”. I don’t brag about being a bitch. It is just something people call me. I like to think of it as giving me a compliment. Reminds me of a time when one of my teachers told me I would never amount to anything. Well look at me know.

Regards,

Me

P.S. I only have one child. So the kids you are talking about are not all mine. But thank you again for the email.