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Part two in a series, love letters from the internets.

Kindness

I wrote:  "further contact is not advised."

Diana writes, to that:

I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE THAT THINK THEY DESERVE WHAT YOU FEEL YOU DO.

 
CHARITY IS FOR THOSE DOING WITHOUT. CHILDREN WHO DO NOT EAT.
 
GET OVER YOURSELF.

Thanks, ma'am, will do.

In the spirit of being somewhat helpful to someone who probably doesn't deserve it from me, I suggest that you start your own blog.  Go to Google > search for "Free Blog Hosting."  Then, start writing angry-toned posts about your issues IN! ALL! CAPS! and then, when you're feeling nervy, put a donation button up.  Just Wait!  Then, you'll get your own hate mail!

Because I'm all about being honest - you must know - that the various evolutions of a donation button on my blogs have probably made a total of $200 in three years. 

What did it pay for?  This Blog, first off.  I paid for my blog.  I. Paid. For. My. Blog.  MY. BLOG.  It costs to write here.  Why would I pay to write?  I don't know - I never claimed to have much brains.

Then, I traded deleted because I am not allowed to talk like that, I'm a woman for Chrissakes for PayPal Donations towards multi-vitamins, calcium citrate and protein bars.  Right, ladies?

(ETA:  Please note, I Said Ladies, because my readers are entirely all women - haven't seen a man in 'dees here parts in, forever.  Please note, also, there was no inference of sexual harassment/innuendo inferred by such comment, I am referring to the business of "pimping" in which I would be paid for deeds done.  Also, this comment was entirely sarcastic, in which I am.  Very.  Much.  So.) 
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