An insight into my cranium

People make me laugh.
People that hate me in particular.
Here's why I bring it up, on my friends website, I am ALWAYS getting into arguments with people about their spelling.
A quick example of it: i dotn now wat ur taking aout.
See what I mean?
So I always ask them to make it more legible, and surprise, surprise, they don't.
So yesterday I got into an argument with a girl I shall call Kid, and we wxchanged a few heated comments, before she stormed away, swearing to never come on the site again.
I left soon after to call Paroxysm, cuz I was getting vewy concerned about her mental well being, and that was that.
I got back on today, and once again, surprise, surprise, she'd been back on.
Well, I started talking to two people on the site, aptly named Crackerdude and Jubbler. And they informed me that she would be ignoring me. They also told me another chick on the site named BlackJack has ignored me too.
No! I'm melting! Ahhhh!
It really makes me laugh that people think I care about crap like this, cuz, to tell you the truth, I really don't think I care.
Its people that think I do that bother me.
They're so wrapped up in themselves that they can't comprehend the fact that somebody DOESN'T care what they do, what they think, or who they are.
It just doesn't matter to me.
Never has, never will.
The ironic thing about me getting into fights with people about their spelling is that I have the messiest handwriting imaginable.
So messy that I can't read it at points.
Oh, the irony....
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