What is a livejournal?

Some fuckwit has decided that because I've posted angry messages then it means that I need therapy. This fuckwit apparently made use of the spuddy system I used to run, back in the UK.

Actually I'm quite proud of what Spuddy achieved. I didn't create it but I ran it for 6 years. at the peak of it's popularity.

But anyway, this fuckwit...

Somehow this moron appears to believe that my LJ posts constitute the wholeness of my life. That I don't post of the everyday joy that Tori's mere presence brings me apparently has skipped fuckwit's thoughts. Why would I post about the everyday joys my life has?

"Monday. Met Tori. Joy!"
"Tuesday. Met Tori. Joy!"

Well, dunno about you but I'd find that boring.

So my journal consists of the "out of the ordinary" situations. Fuckwit salesmen. Broken telcom suppliers. People who annoy me... situations that piss me off.

So what does reading my LJ tell people about me? Prety much fuck all, beyond what annoys me at that moment in time.

Any further extrapolation is more a reflection on the reader's frame of mind, than the authors.