Fut the wuck

June 22nd, 2025, 11:08 AM by Goddess

I wonder if Taylor Swift ever decides not to release or even write a song/album because of all the idiots out there who don’t deserve it.

There was some female maga idiot who just posted that she loves her president in our Taylor Swift group.

Someone said do you know where you are. And this idiot knows full well but posted more love.

Someone else said Taylor wouldn’t approve. This idiot said she would approve standing by my opinions.

Like, not idiotic opinions, OfDonald.

Taylor recently said she’ll release the Reputation vault tracks “if you want them.”

Naturally we do and I claim all six (?) of them as my own.

BUT I also said in the same group that I’d understand if Mother decided it wasn’t worth it to give them to us, either. Since we don’t all know how to vote or behave.

Seriously she was just out in NYC with her man and I couldn’t believe the ridiculous comments FROM FANS about her having drinks. Like she worked harder in two years than you ever will in 50. Sit back and be glad she lets you be part of her world.

Anyway I get to feeling that way about this blog.

It was never for likes or clicks or anything other than me to become a better writer and clearer thinker. Unlike Cuntasia who convinced herself long ago that it’s all for her.

Seriously, the server doesn’t like you. I promise. They like your money. And I bet most would rather not get the two dollar tip if it meant not having to hear that voice.

But when the three people who read it hate my guts, I hate those rare times anymore when I feel compelled to post.

I usually let the feeling pass and go rewatch “Gossip Girl.”

Or I post something like this to at least get something out of my system while I’m avoiding the new monthly work project that I never wanted and it isn’t under my name anyway so what is even the point of it.



Beige rock

June 22nd, 2025, 7:36 AM by Goddess

The best way to handle an abusive, manipulative narcissist is to become what’s called a “grey rock.”

Which is the only time I will spell gray with an “E.”

After 30ish years of bad friends, bad boyfriends, bad bosses and one weird beige-loving freak on social media, I’ve got the ability to play dead down pat.

Heck I don’t even think I am playing. Pretty sure my fut-the-wucks (hat-tip GG season 4 Queen Blair Waldorf) ran dry in 2003.

“Fut the wuck is she doing here?” indeed.

Another underrated GG quote, courtesy Wallace Shawn:

Confidential to Wildebeest, bye:

I’ll never understand though why the most vampiric ones can’t get the hint after all these years.

Like I don’t even find them interesting enough to hate or have any other sort of feeling about.

Yet they dedicate emails and social posts to me for years upon years.

I feel like Taylor Swift in this light, we’re lovin’ it.