Almost Famous (A Love Letter To Anonymous).

Friday night I received a comment in my About Me section from an "Anonymous" person that went a little something like this:

My initial reaction was the following:

Then I thought it was the ever-so-infamous Anonymous but they didn't call me a whore so I could only deduce this was a new person. I sensed that in writing about it I'd be giving them credit they clearly don't deserve, but there's no shame in admitting it stung to be told my blog sucked (I work my ass off on this thing day in and day out).

Then I hit "Approve Comment" and opened a bottle of champagne with some girlfriends and forgot all about it two minutes later.

For those of you who've been living under a rock and never read Hyperbole and a Half, you can go here, as it's possibly the funniest site I've encountered after The Oatmeal (which you can view here). Its writer deserves all the praise she's garnered, as she is super talented and hilarious.

But even though there are some similarities between Hyperbole and a Half and Red Means Go, I don't think they're all that striking:

To My Anonymous Haters

If being unoriginal means I'm not the only girl with a vagina between her legs and two eyes under her forehead and a nose used for breathing and one boob that's slightly bigger than the other well... My sincere apologies.

I'm really sorry I'm not an alien and write my blog posts in Latin.

How dare I think or express the same thoughts someone else may have had in the last millenia?

And climbing the ranks of the internet in only a year? I'm such a bitch for doing that!

Dreaming of being more than an assistant who makes a little over minimum wage is overrated and I have you to thank, for helping me see the light.

I'm so grateful you took the time to acknowledge my existence and pour your infinite internet knowledge upon my brittle and under-developed brain. I have to tell you though, I rather enjoyed getting under your skin (it's warm and fuzzy and smells of brownies).

Here, I made you a little something just before I send you to go f*ck yourself with a spiked baseball bat.

XoXo,

Annah