Message to Juno

This couldn't have been done via PM?

No, because I am an attention-seeking exhibitionist.

That Helen Keller facebook page is kinda funny as hell.
 
Good. Maybe you have an inkling now of how creepy and disgusting it must feel for Morrissey to read your posts about your schizophrenic obsession with him, and to read the things you say about him.

Love always starts with a fight and I feel love is in the air. Get a room.....
 
Juno, you're a toxic piece of shit.
 
darth-vader.jpg
 
it thought we might be troll proof by now. are some of expecting some personal attacks by the newer variants of troll at solo?
 
it thought we might be troll proof by now. are some of expecting some personal attacks by the newer variants of troll at solo?

Are you drunk already? :p
 
Juno / claudia2006

I invited you into my home. I offered you my bed which you slept in while I took the couch. I served you coffee and scones which you didn’t eat because you were preoccupied, doing what? You were preoccupied STALKING MORRISSEY.

How dare you say I am the one who is mentally imbalanced wearing a mask for years pestering me. How dare you.

Some memories:

We met at a New York Dolls concert. I’d never even heard a song, you forwarded me some to listen to. We met at the Music Box upstairs on the outside patio and you were disappointed I was not actually Morrissey because you thought that’s who you were talking to online. The first question out of your mouth was “Have you had sex with Morrissey?” I didn’t understand it, you thought I had a secret that a delusion in your head lead you to believe. So the concert started which we stood on the floor and watched. ACTUALLY, only I watched, YOU WERE TOO BUSY LOOKING FOR MORRISSEY.

How dare you say I am the crazy one.

You got your day in the sun when, after you trawled the internet and kissed so many asses you figured out that Morrissey would be at a Russell Brand show. You got to meet your precious Morrissey, he told you his greatest hits were in his purse too while I was standing at the bar buying you a glass of wine. BECAUSE I AM NICE AND YOU KNOW IT. The next day after offering you my place to sleep, you did not leave in the morning, you sat at my computer and looked at Morrissey-solo and checked your connections obsessively for two things: first whether Morrissey mentioned meeting you as though it were a life changing event while posed as another user and second, you were trying to figure out if there were any Morrissey sightings. It’s a LONG DRIVE from your house to be a stalker on top of it, but my house was closer and more convenient. You sat in your pajamas in a trance overstaying your welcome into the afternoon OBSESSING ABOUT MORRISSEY. You know why? BECAUSE YOU ARE THE CRAZY ONE.

HA, HA, HA.

The Hermetic Androgyne has the last laugh because her sword is made of irony and she slips into unsuspecting liars and trips them up so they reveal their own falsehoods.

It’s bad practice to troll someone for years who knows your physical address, email address and phone number. Just saying.

Go to hell.
 
Ooh the drama.

Did I mention I know her address because she forgot her acne medicine at my house and I had to send it to her?
 
Oh CG ... hasn't Juno been banned ? Can't this thread die a peaceful death ? At home, surrounded by family, having been made as comfortable as possible ?
 
Oh CG ... hasn't Juno been banned ? Can't this thread die a peaceful death ? At home, surrounded by family, having been made as comfortable as possible ?

Solo's bully is a pizza face!

Okay I'm done.
 
Oh CG ... hasn't Juno been banned ? Can't this thread die a peaceful death ? At home, surrounded by family, having been made as comfortable as possible ?

yeah, not gonna happen dude :lbf:
just a thought on my part, but its not being a Morrissey fan that is the locus of so many neurotics
no, no, its Southern California, just getting away from it for a while would be a great thing for a lot people...
 
 
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Juno / claudia2006

I invited you into my home. I offered you my bed which you slept in while I took the couch. I served you coffee and scones which you didn’t eat because you were preoccupied, doing what? You were preoccupied STALKING MORRISSEY.

How dare you say I am the one who is mentally imbalanced wearing a mask for years pestering me. How dare you.

Some memories:

We met at a New York Dolls concert. I’d never even heard a song, you forwarded me some to listen to. We met at the Music Box upstairs on the outside patio and you were disappointed I was not actually Morrissey because you thought that’s who you were talking to online. The first question out of your mouth was “Have you had sex with Morrissey?” I didn’t understand it, you thought I had a secret that a delusion in your head lead you to believe. So the concert started which we stood on the floor and watched. ACTUALLY, only I watched, YOU WERE TOO BUSY LOOKING FOR MORRISSEY.

How dare you say I am the crazy one.

You got your day in the sun when, after you trawled the internet and kissed so many asses you figured out that Morrissey would be at a Russell Brand show. You got to meet your precious Morrissey, he told you his greatest hits were in his purse too while I was standing at the bar buying you a glass of wine. BECAUSE I AM NICE AND YOU KNOW IT. The next day after offering you my place to sleep, you did not leave in the morning, you sat at my computer and looked at Morrissey-solo and checked your connections obsessively for two things: first whether Morrissey mentioned meeting you as though it were a life changing event while posed as another user and second, you were trying to figure out if there were any Morrissey sightings. It’s a LONG DRIVE from your house to be a stalker on top of it, but my house was closer and more convenient. You sat in your pajamas in a trance overstaying your welcome into the afternoon OBSESSING ABOUT MORRISSEY. You know why? BECAUSE YOU ARE THE CRAZY ONE.

HA, HA, HA.

The Hermetic Androgyne has the last laugh because her sword is made of irony and she slips into unsuspecting liars and trips them up so they reveal their own falsehoods.

It’s bad practice to troll someone for years who knows your physical address, email address and phone number. Just saying.

Go to hell.

Weird. I didn't even read this whole message but you clearly think I am Juno and Claudia, which I am not. I should report you for harassment because I'm sure DavidT could prove that my IP address is completely different from these other users. I have not been banned from Solo, I just haven't been on much. But this is really insulting that you think I have nothing better to do with my time than harass you. I know where you live, I stayed at your house. We were friends once and you hurt my feelings. I decided I needed to pull away from a so-called friendship that I valued because you were not the person I thought you were. That's it. I didn't do anything to try to hurt you, but you keep accusing me of things I haven't done. You are vindictive and spiteful. I've done nothing to you whatsoever, yet you keep claiming I am attacking you.

Please stop assuming I am Juno/Claudia/etc. It is so weird that you cannot let this go.
 
Weird. I didn't even read this whole message but you clearly think I am Juno and Claudia, which I am not. I should report you for harassment because I'm sure DavidT could prove that my IP address is completely different from these other users. I have not been banned from Solo, I just haven't been on much. But this is really insulting that you think I have nothing better to do with my time than harass you. I know where you live, I stayed at your house. We were friends once and you hurt my feelings. I decided I needed to pull away from a so-called friendship that I valued because you were not the person I thought you were. That's it. I didn't do anything to try to hurt you, but you keep accusing me of things I haven't done. You are vindictive and spiteful. I've done nothing to you whatsoever, yet you keep claiming I am attacking you.

Please stop assuming I am Juno/Claudia/etc. It is so weird that you cannot let this go.

Blah, blah, blah. Shut the f*** up.
 
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