This leaves me in a quandary as to what I should write about today. I do have some ideas though. For starters, I could inform a certain Miss Moody Bitch that the latest photo that she has uploaded to her Slut's Bitch location could be construed to be a threat. This could be a very serious matter indeed for her, should I decide to report her. She may think that I don't know who she is, but whether I do or not is irrelevant since I am well aware of the various IP addresses she uses when accessing the web. Making public threats against people is not something that the authorities take lightly. I wonder how she'd feel while having her ass carted off to jail... But since her threats are being made against someone named Christine, (my name still is not Christine, as most of the intelligent people reading this know) I think I'll let her slide. This time. I can't guarantee what I'll do after she reads this post and uploads yet another of her ridiculous works of "art" to that location. Heheheh! She certainly removed that last one quickly enough when I said that she used a self-portrait to make it. It was meant to be an insult. I had no idea that it was true!!!
But that is enough about that mentally challenged wretch known to all of us as The Moody Bitch. I will procede onward to describe some thing that will certainly be of interest to her, though. That would be, what it is like to meet this man
John Lodge!
I don't think that I'll ever forget the cold November day when it happened. We had waited for hours by the backstage door of the theater in hopes of getting at least one good picture. Our efforts were rewarded when the band arrived. My companion called out to John to ask if it was OK for her to take a picture. He agreed. We inched forward, hoping to be able to be picture along with him. Nothing could prepare me for what happened next! I felt a strong arm around my shoulders pulling me so close to his very warm body. I looked up to see that I had been grabbed by no one other than John Lodge! He was holding me ever so tightly. It was pure bliss! Eat your heart out, Moody Bitch!
