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game. I know the next card your going to throw before you even
get a good look at what's in you hand. Remember, I am the one who
started this game before there were any players. It was just Me and
the morons who wanted to lose to Me. From My desire to express Myself
on a website, My urge to write My story, My plan, My way, to create a little
narcissistic cyber monument to MYself, My lust of indulging Myself on MYSELF--
a fetish was born. My every day philosophy on men, the way I run
My life, the things I say, the language I use, soon became the basic formula
for a zillion online cyber dommes. The byproduct of that...guys like
faroMG. moneyslave sludge. I spit those guys out in a split-second.
Yes, listen to Princess go on another one of HER rants--but if it wasn't for My rants, where would everyone get their material, where would you freaks get your next obsession? Note to the sludge moneyslaves of the world: take your pretend somewhere else. A lot of you guys have nearly seen ME grow-up online--from a demanding, bitchy, eccentric teenager in sparkly tiaras and purple leopard print beanbags to the even more demanding, bitchy and eccentric, self-centered, egocentric, manipulative and energetic Woman I am today. Yeah, My wishlist used to have Days-of-the-week panties, tiaras and 'I Dream Of Jeanie' Lunchpails on it..today I have oak doors, large appliances and light fixtures. Some things have change, but the real stuff that matters-- has always stayed the same. As one disgruntled freakie once wrote ME, "you actually believe your own hype." Yep, guilty as charged. I got more demanding, more dogmatic,
more stubborn. I expect more, put up with less, enjoy what I do twice
as much. you guys know what I'm like by now--so why do you bother
with this lame shit?
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