Earlier this week, I had planned to share the story of how a hipster had the audacity to move in to the house next door and have a hipster cookout on the 4th of July. I also wanted to discuss the blobs found in the sewers of Cameron Village as well as Michael Jackson and the upcoming Who’s Bad? concert that will be held at Felson’s this Saturday. That was until Robin, the poster child for abortion, came on the blog and started making ridiculous comments. I’m sure you all are pretty annoyed with this girl by now. She’s taken the attention away from what I enjoy writing about the most, which is of course, me. I haven’t left a single response to her in the comments section of “Southern Belles” or “Robin Hoodwinked”. This is only the second, and the last, time that I will address Robin and the events of this week.
Robin, you’ve said a lot of things that I could respond to, if I actually gave a shit. My IT guy has been told to continue to let your comments through, so feel free to keep posting. However, this is the last response that I’ll make regarding you or any of your comments.
“At this point, I am honestly tired of playing with someone who has the mentality of a thirteen year old.” – You went on to post 20 more comments after making this statement.
“First of all, I can’t decide if you are a writer or video producer” – I’m not a writer or a producer, I’m a socialite (with a book deal on the way) who gets blackout while doing the same exact thing every weekend.
“But I still say your writing is extremely questionable. I think there are two of you posting here. One of you has the ability to write well and the other one doesn’t. Unless you have two personalities….maybe that is the case here.” – Again, I don’t ever respond to people in the comments section. The people who have been making an ass out of you are loyal readers, not me.
“Isn’t he the one who tracked down my IP address and called my girlfriend’s cable company in his attempt to locate the owner of the IP address?” – No. My IT guy did this to make sure you were from Raleigh (something I’m still unsure about). Also, he didn’t call your girlfriend’s cable company.
“BTW- Stop trying to hack our investment accounts. My girlfriend received a phone call today from her Financial Adviser in Raleigh AND the security department of her financial institution, confirming to her that someone has been attempting to obtain her personal/financial information.” – I can’t tell if you’re just making shit up now. I don’t need to “hack” your “investment accounts”. While my first trust fund is a bit low (due to a few bad investments with a guy named Victor), the second trust fund that kicks in when I turn 30 will more than take care of me (until I blow it all in a span of 2 years).
“I think you have purposefully created a satiric blog to get people’s attention, and you are then going to sell your t-shirts and other paraphernalia. CLEVER!” – I still don’t understand why you think I’m trying to sell t-shirts. It’s hard enough to make sure the few people who purchase them are true ITB residents. Do you think I want the kids in my sweatshop to have to sort through more orders for t-shirts to make sure the buyers are legit residents? Those kids can’t even read, and I sure as hell won’t teach them how to anytime soon. If they can read, they can learn. If they can learn, they’ll realize getting paid $0.38 a day is well below their country’s minimum wage of $2.46/hr. I’m not going to stoop to the level of the Eckerd’s (Rite Aid) at Cameron Village (and Five Points) that, for some unknown reason, sells Broughton apparel to anyone who can afford it. In fact, last week I had to spend $9,372.22 at Eckerd’s buying all the Broughton clothing they had in stock so commoners couldn’t purchase any and pretend they were alumni.
Speaking of Cameron Village, I would much rather be discussing the upcoming Who’s Bad? concert at Felson’s this Saturday. I’m a little emotional about this one. Growing up, I spent two weeks every year at Camp Neverland (after attending Camp Sea Gull) and became pretty close with Michael Jackson. Over the years, it became harder and harder to deal with the allegations of misconduct. I still can’t figure out why it’s so hard for everyone to understand that drinking “sleepy juice” before watching movies in bed then waking up the next afternoon having no recollection of the previous 12 hours was just one of the fun camp activities that Michael had planned for us. Sure, there were times when I’d wake up dressed in a Peter Pan costume in a different room than the one I had fallen asleep in, but Michael said that was just because the “dream fairy” had visited me during the night. What’s wrong with that? Michael was just preparing me for the future, knowing that later in life I would spend each weekend waking up in unfamiliar places without remembering what had happened the night before. Michael taught us everything we needed to know about financial management and we learned that being famous is the greatest thing that can ever happen to anyone. Sadly, the camp was shut down in 1994, but Michael and I continued to be pen pals, then AIM buddies, then GChat friends up until last year. It’s been tough dealing with his passing, but I guess if you can’t have the real thing, (although it’s debatable on how much of him was real) then you might as well enjoy Who’s Bad?.
Someone on this board LOVES to snort (or freeze).
Look, I am honestly getting tired of this petty, silly stuff, although I know that it is typical of the newer ITB generation (the younger ones are ridiculously snobby for no reason).
I realize that I have played into this and have behaved rather immaturely on this posting board, but am now getting my feel of it and am hoping to read some substance here, aside from the name calling and “tit for tat” comments. It gets very boring after a while. I am hoping that WF will bring back some of his blogs because my friends and I find them to be amusing and interesting. If I were he, I would be sick of this board and its lack of true reading material (I am positive he is a writer.)
So please, I am begging someone on this board to offer some intelligent input, before I leave permanently.
LEAVE! Your roast beef curtains are stinking up the place. Go diddle somewhere else.
Will everyone quit responding to her so she doesn’t ruin this blog? It used to be funny… now it’s just annoying.
no.. please no. i am learning how to actually live, i’m gaining culture and the true meaning of life through you and your spectacular stories. maybe you are too good to be true, maybe you too are an invented character to give us something to look forward to- something to strive to become. if you leave, my evolution will be lost into… nothingness with the rest of the commoners, the new money itbers. please don’t go back to your oh so exciting life. there goes a mythical beast, folks
Poor people disgust me. ITB for life
robin. i’ve yet to figure out if you’re a guy or a girl but I do know one thing, you need to shut the fuck up.
dont’ listen to them robin! i love your uniqueness, how clever you are, how the humility shines through. it doesn’t matter that you have been given everything in life. they are just jealous that they have had to cultivate their brains and use their senses to navigate life. silly nobodies! who really needs to use their brains in real life, it is so much better to be so bored that one must spend gobs of money to entertain one’s self. stupid readers and craftsmen: get a life, an suv, and a couple of homes, and maybe you will love yourself one day too.
Nobody talks shit about broughton and gets away with it.. And what do you know about queen of hearts any way the reason your so bitter all the time is probobly because no one ever asked you and theres no fucking king of hearts there is the Jack of spades but you wouldnt know anything about that
Ha ha, I know ALL about the Queen of Hearts. And if you were a true ITBER, you would know that the old timers at Broughton (our parents) often referred to the gentleman who escorted the Queen of Hearts as the King of Hearts. Anyhow, who cares about Broughton? I am still sitting here trying to conclude how I am going to deal with my Centurion card, on which they are trying to raise the annual fee!!!!
Sorry but I have better things to deal with today. BHS is not necessarily one of my usual topics and most certainly not one I care to discuss. Some of us (depsite what you have tried to imply about me) have REAL lives and business matters to handle. That’s just the way it is when you have money and must stay on top of things so the greedy bastards will keep their hands off of it! But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? I thought so.
Oh and about that Maserati comment. You say that the real money is buying the couples these days. Maybe…. but only the nouveau riche, as usual. Who else would buy a vehicle that was crassly named after the Centurion card? How cheesy is it to emboss the AMEX symbol on the headrests in the vehicle? And you think something like that is tasteful? No, it is not. When I think of a vehicle like that, I immediately think Las Vegas, or an NBA player. Tacky and unoriginal. Just another item that someone would buy to make an impression. In fact, I am about to hop on the phone and cancel my Centurion card because it is nothing other than a phony bologna marketing scheme to play into people’s insecurity. And you think I am bitter? I despise phonies- that is the source of my bitterness. It has nothing to do with a high school dance or mixer or formal (sorority) in college. In fact, I think I was asked to a formal by four of the same frat brothers one year, and it became such a mess, I ended up going alone. If you only knew..
see, i told you she was cool! annual fees are the shit! i love her, can we keep her? can we?
Robin’s motto: fake it till you make it.
robin please shut the hell up!!!!