Fucking Asshole
Sep. 21st, 2003 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bronwynrhFull-on body chill, I wanted to throw my computer across the room and scream. Instead I shook and cried, put the laptop down and went into my room, sobbing into the phone while Jeff, silent, listened on the other end of the line. Why? Because the Fucking Asshole Who Never Learns wrote to me again.
Here's hoping he get's the message this time.
You know what? I'm not even afraid to tell you his name. It's Chris Jackson. There. I said it. There's a million of 'em, but you'd know this one if you met him, trust me. And holy fuck, he's working for one of the Democratic presidential candidates. One of the several I can't stand. That just makes it all worse.
From: Chris Jackson [mailto:xxxxxxxx@xxxxxxxxx.com]
Sent: Sunday, September 21, 2003 3:21 PM
To: xxxxxxx@INDIANA.EDU
Subject: Good Morning
Hello Brony,
I’m a little tipsy but I am thinking about you. . . I hope you are well, If you get this please send me a message.
Chris
Now, last time (and the time before that, and the time before THAT), I didn't reply. I just deleted the messages. This time, I've had it. I'm fed up with this shit and I'm just not going to take it anymore. Jeff suggested I tell him I'm seeing someone now, that I'm in love and that he'll come kick his ass. . . I don't believe any of that is Chris' business. Instead, I chose to send him this:
I recall very clearly that the last words I wrote to you were, "please leave me alone". Since then, you have found my e-mail address and written to me at least three more times, each time drunk. I do not want you in my life, I do not want you as a friend, and I do not want to hear from you again, not even in response to this message. I hope I have been very clear, and that you understand me this time.
I will repeat the essence of what I wrote to you years ago: I have a life to live and things to do, and I am living and doing exceptionally well without you. Leave me alone.
Bronwyn
You had no business calling me by any other name.
Here's hoping he get's the message this time.
You know what? I'm not even afraid to tell you his name. It's Chris Jackson. There. I said it. There's a million of 'em, but you'd know this one if you met him, trust me. And holy fuck, he's working for one of the Democratic presidential candidates. One of the several I can't stand. That just makes it all worse.
From: Chris Jackson [mailto:xxxxxxxx@xxxxxxxxx.com]
Sent: Sunday, September 21, 2003 3:21 PM
To: xxxxxxx@INDIANA.EDU
Subject: Good Morning
Hello Brony,
I’m a little tipsy but I am thinking about you. . . I hope you are well, If you get this please send me a message.
Chris
Now, last time (and the time before that, and the time before THAT), I didn't reply. I just deleted the messages. This time, I've had it. I'm fed up with this shit and I'm just not going to take it anymore. Jeff suggested I tell him I'm seeing someone now, that I'm in love and that he'll come kick his ass. . . I don't believe any of that is Chris' business. Instead, I chose to send him this:
I recall very clearly that the last words I wrote to you were, "please leave me alone". Since then, you have found my e-mail address and written to me at least three more times, each time drunk. I do not want you in my life, I do not want you as a friend, and I do not want to hear from you again, not even in response to this message. I hope I have been very clear, and that you understand me this time.
I will repeat the essence of what I wrote to you years ago: I have a life to live and things to do, and I am living and doing exceptionally well without you. Leave me alone.
Bronwyn
You had no business calling me by any other name.
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So unfair
Date: September 22nd, 2003 06:20 am (UTC)mwahahaha! Eeeexcellent!
I'm seriously thinking about writing to the Senator to mention Mr. Jackson's ill use of his addy/domain/whatchamacallit.
Unfortunately, I can't give you his email address without his permission, as that would be illegal. *cringe* Dammit. It's alright for him to harrass me, but apparently not alright for me to facilitate anybody else harrassing him. Go figger.
Meh.