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Thursday, September 22, 2005
Recap On The Battle Of The Blacklist
Friends again.
Picture taken at Eagle Lake on January 15, 2004 @ 2:45PM
You know I do agree with Toph on the fact that it's his site and he can do what ever he wants with it. I posted the picture because it's my site and my pictures and I can do what ever I please with them. But don't run away from harmless questions. Disabling the comment section of your site will not stop the questions. All I wanted to know is what happened to the social that Heather was going to take you to this week? Why did you delete your past post? What harm can happen from telling us the truth?
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Blake...If it were any of your concern (which by now I am really kicking my self why I tell you anything like this to begin with), I would tell you. Telling you this stuff just gets smeared arround in the way of gossip. I dont enjoy being in the center of it, nor do any of the people I choose to hang out with. For Heather's sake, I choose not to tell you. Seriously, this is going back to what people did in High School...just leave this sort of stuff alone. We really need to find a common ground on this subject Blake, and you really need to realize when you've gone too far. We've known each other way too long, and this stuff shouldn't occur at all, for any reason. You've sorely violated any sort of confidentiality a friendship ought to have in it by bringing this matter up, which will really put question into anything I tell you from now on.
You know all I was looking for was a simple, "I don't want to talk about it." But instead of that you started with the blacklist. You started the game, I just played along. Did I take it too far, simply no. I mean come on, who reads this site anyway? Maybe on a busy day Matt, Panda, and you. And it’s not like we all haven't seen you in your underwear anyway. Heather irked you like she has done before. Tell her about it. Just be true to your self Toph, don't just vent to us and then do nothing to fix the problem. Don’t go off to Matt and my brother and tell them how I “purposely scratched” your goddamn pan, or tell everyone at Target how “badly” I treat my car. Come to me and let’s sit down and talk. Were adults here, we have known each other for 7 years now. We have lived in the same house for 3. We are more brothers than friends; we should be able to communicate. That was my goal here, to get you to be proactive on what bothers you. Has it worked, we will see.
I dont know about you, but my site gets about on average 2500 hits a day...your linked in it, just an assumption that there's more than 3 that read it
Do you actually believe that the population of a small town reads your site everyday! I mean come on Toph, how many of those are bots, spammers (remember how badly your site was spammed the first time), or people googling for porn. Come one think about the name, "Mighty Whitey Adventures." It sounds like a soft core gay porn site.
But you are missing the point. I did something drastic to get your attention about an issue. You just go behind my back and bitch. What I do is truthful; you assume and create your own facts. By definition you’re the slander, not me. You should apologies to me, not the other way around.
You know he does have a point about the amount of hits.
Hey, Toph and I are having fun on-line, no outsiders please
By the way, thanks for the pic of your sis in my room :D
This does remind me of high school.
Blake, take your own advice and talk to Chris when something like this happens instead of posting shit on your website (I missed the pic btw).
Chris, realize that your website is public and you know of at least four people who look at it regularly. If you don't want one of those people to read a post you made then don't post it in the first place.
Time for Battlestar Galactica then a night of heavy drinking with Jane. Peace.
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