A long time ago.. a very long time ago, I used to buy designer clothing and
shoes, boots, pocketbooks — anything I could buy when I had that cash in
my hands. Clinton was in office, and oh man, I was not lacking for anything.
I would go into stores I'd never shopped in before and buy things I'd never
had been able to afford before. I still watched for sales and I still made sure
it was 20% or 30% off, but I sure did buy a lot back then. That included a
few Donna Karan items.
Well, Donna, you make me fucking sick. Those days are long gone, and
so are the days of most designers using real fur. I myself don't even buy
bags made of leather when there are so many fashionable designer bags
out there, vegan bags by vegan designers. I don't need to buy leather shoes
or boots when the hottest stiletto shoe I see is by an Australian outfit and
100% vegan — their shoes, boots and clothing. The most sexy shoes I keep
seeing are not leather. That tells you something.
Whoops, digressing. Back to Donna and her fur thing.
Okay... Donna is now labeled... the Bunny Butcher.
About My Blog.
Welcome! This is "Catatonic Digressions."
Most, if not all readers don't understand my blog's title. It's an old inside joke from a forum long gone. I was going to change it, but since it's been "confusing" for so long, I decided to leave it. Don't worry about what it means, the content of the blog is what is important.
Unfortunately, my blog isn't what I set out for it to be. A disturbed and manic online stalker and cyberbully has made it impossible for me to post about family, my son, life in my part of New York...so I stopped (for the most part), and I mostly reblog and repost what I feel is important, necessary or close to my heart. As for the stalking sociopath, she can go to hell for harassing me and my family since mid-2008. You can't scare me offline with a few lame threats and dozens of pages of defamation, abuse, depravity and libel. I'm bitchy like that. ;)
(Anyone who knows me knows I'm not actually a bitch, but let's allow this psychopath to think I'm a bitch to her blackened heart's content—it seems to make her feel she has some sort of control over me…and it does not.)
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Unlike those online who lie and hide behind fake photos and insanely fabricated stories, I'm a real person. I'm real and I don't pretend to be someone I'm not. After years of putting up with online abuse by manipulative, pathological liars, attention whores or narcissists, I've had it. Don't bother me with pathetic drama. I have no time for these types of people and their need to absorb others' time and attention.
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