911

And now that I'm in such a great mood, let's talk about how I was awoken this morning. It was about 8AM, or so, and I get a text from a random number that just says, "You're welcome." I reply, "Who is this?" No answer. It slowly dawns on me. I don't know if anyone remembers, but a month or two ago, I wrote about my friend's ex who went all crazy, hacked her accounts, got my phone number from a message, and called me. Why did he call me? To tell me she was crazy! That's right, the guy who hacked his ex's accounts is apparently not the crazy one. He says that she told him to keep an eye on her accounts. Well, even if that were the case, it's obviously batshit nuts for him to call me. And I made that clear to him in a post I made that night, seeing that, suddenly, I was getting views on this blog from his town, Pembroke Pines, Florida, which had had one view in over two years prior to that, so it was obviously him.

So, other Jeff, what gives you the right to fucking text me at 8 in the goddamned morning to tell me, "You're welcome?" Welcome for what? What the fuck did you do? Nothing. Everything that you have done in my life has been negative, yet somehow you are so deluded you believe you have helped me in some way. Amazing. I still talk to your ex. We're great friends. She's a great person. You're a fucking psycho who saved my fucking number to use again at a later date. Please never call or text me again. Please lose my number. Please go away.

Please stop reading my comic.

Okay. Good. Goddamnit, I swear I'm a nice person. I swear I'm not a shitty human being. It's just when someone does something like this, it's a bit tough to not get angry, you know? And don't worry, ex of crazy Jeff, you don't need to apologize for what this guy is doing.

Now that that's been said, today was Liz's 21st birthday, and I somehow managed to miss out on the festivities two nights in a row, so I'm a little unhappy right now. I have to be up in less than eight hours, like usual. So, goodnight.

Fuck you, Jeff. Yes, you. Not me.