Some fuckwad, ibid: hater, tossed me into the Big Clit mosh pit - no doubt relishing the low-vote mockery that is ensuing. Cranking up the Insult Thermostat, he nominated me for 'Author of the Year'. Knowing full well how that went for me last time around.
(Q: How did it go? A: Not well.)
Not content with mere personal humiliation, probably clutching his pearls to his chest, he also plugged "Frontiers" into some vague category or other.
So, gleeful haters, this is your holiday season. Sharpen your Number 2 so you can pencil in Number 1.
But, as you start to uncork the champagne, be aware that this … this … indignity may force me, in retaliation, to post yet another story.
Forewarned is … um, forewarned.
Paige