You heard. I, Wendy, am leaving deviantart. I know, it's a crazy story, and since this will be my last journal entry, I figure I should tell you it.

Okay, you know the day that I put all those CUTE pics of me on this site. Ya, the next day, this creeper, Indian or West-European 22-year old college graduate student sends a message on messenger, (NOT EVEN BOTHERING TO LEAVE ME A COMMENT!!!) saying who he was, (minus the name) and how he "browsed" --sooooo creeper-ish by the way--and was amazed by my beauty. I--being taken back by the wonders of flattery--accepted this UNKNOWN person's message.

Okay, he's all like, "Hey, I'm a 22 year old college graduate student..." (And is it even possible to be a college GRADUATE student?!) "...and I really like those pictures you put."
To which I responded, "Gee, thanks..." All the while feeling EXTREMELY awkward... "I'm really glad you like my work!!"
Then he's all like, "A web cam I see, you wanna chat?" (Or something on those grounds.)
And I just started to get EXTREMELY creeped out and said, "Uh, sorry, I think I lost the cord." AND I REALLY DID LOSE THE CORD I SWEAR!!!
So then he goes all, "Well then look for it, please!" Then he sends this frowney face, which added a little 5 lb. weight of GUILT on my shoulders. Then he adds, "I really think you're beautiful, and wanna see you live!" Then he sends this icon of a smiley with its tongue out in a very PERVERTIVE and SUGGESTIVE manner.
"Look, in my room, it's as good as dead. It's a wreck!!" I reply--and whether or not my room is ACTUALLY a pig sty will be CLASSIFIED.
But he HAS to pull the freakin' five year old whine in hopes of getting a cookie before bed, and pleads, "Please, just look!" Then adds ANOTHER frowny face!! I mean what the fuck is that all about.
But it DID add another 5 lb. block of guilt on my shoulders. So whether I ACTUALLY go and look is--yet again--CLASSIFIED!! So five minutes later I go all, "Actually, I think i sold it at a garage sale a few weeks back... I'm really sorry..."
To which he--yet AGAIN--pleads, "Please, please, it's just that you are so beautiful I just want to see you."

Okay, my mom says NEVER to go on webcam--because it's dangerous--since I was a little girl. I never doubted that, trust me, but it wasn't until the very second he requested webcam that I truly understood in a way I never thought possible.

"Trust me, I don't look good in motion." I say, but HE'S NOT BUYING A WORD!!!
"I'm sure you'll look beautiful." THEN he sends me ANOTHER very SUGGESTIVE and PERVERTIVE smiley icon with the tongue out and licking the lips. One. Word. EEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! And another word. D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G!-!-! (That's for all you folks who don't know how to spell disgusting. I even spelled it out for you!!)
And at this point, the creeper's starting to get on my nerves. "Okay okay, I'll go look for it again." So another five to ten minutes later I say, "Sorry, no luck."
He sends ANOTHER frowney face. Seriously.
At this point, I think a five lb. block of guilt was just LIFTED off my shoulders for this guy's lack of dignity. Heheheeheee... "Well, anyways, why don't you tell me you're name. I'd really like to get to know you."
And after thinking about this one for a WHILE, the creeper says, "Murat."
Murat. M-u-r-a-t-!-? What kind of name is "Murat?!" I say with my retarted voice. Murat! "Okay, Murat, it's nice to meet you." MURAT!!
DO i EVeN hAVE tO SAy THe REsPONse?! "Are you sure you sold the webcam cord?" Do I evEn HavE to SaY ThE Next thIng he PuTs???? FROWNEY FACE!!!!
That right there just made another five lb. BLOCK OF GUILT lifted off my shoulders. I'm no longer guilty for the "22 year old college graduate student" ANYMORE!!! "Trust me, I definitely sold the cord at a garage sale." I say. AND IT'S REALLY TRUE!!!

Okay, here's the story (within a story within a journal entry) Lol...
My neighbor walked up to me on the other side of my wooden box--that was magically my check-out counter--and asked in a very thick gangster and Rhode Island accent, "Yo, how much you sellin' for that caaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeemera cooooooooooaaaaaaaaaard?"
And I go, "Oh, this thing? Like, a buck fifty."
The dude bobs his head like he's sucking dick or something and goes, "That's coo!! I'll take it!" and hands me a two bucks. "Aaaaaaaaaand you can keep the change!"
I smile most awkwardly, and say, "Thanks, see ya later."
"You got it daaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwgggggggg!!" (Just in case your wondering, that was how he pronounced "dog.")

Okay, a little bit of over-exaggeration there. But that's (pretty much) how the story went!! I swear upon the holy book of... well... I dunno...TORAH!!!!! (I know, I'm a JEW) Kinda sound like JEWEL, which makes me feel ten times better about myself. (Nah, I'm kidding about that one, but I really am a Jew.)

Alrighty then, back to the story...
"Please just look again." Then sends another...FROWNEY FACE!! I know, really a surprise!!

And at some point the conversation kinda died with the last word on my part saying "Oh." At which point I set my setting to appear offline. (I know, the magic of messenger!!)
So I go and talk to my BFF-ill lovelessact1 and Loveless-affairs, ON MESSENGER, and tell them all that you see above the first empty line you see above you...Weird how I worded that one...

Then my sister tells my OTHER sister and when my OTHER sister tell me that I should tell my mom before SHE DOES, I do, and that's how dirty-sally230 OFFICIALLY left deviantart.


Alright now, time to be serious.
I'm really going to miss this site, and not for the porno... (Nah, kidding, I don't look at that shit)
Okay, NOW time to be serious.
I'm REALLY going to miss everyone that has supported and loved me here. I'll never forget all my friends and watchers. I'll never forget Enide-dear, who inspired me to write, never forget lovelessact1, who was my first fan and friend on this site. Never forget Loveless-affairs, who is my best BFF-ill along side with lovelessact1. I'll never forget all the friends I've made, and all the fans I've earned. I'll always keep what you said close to my heart, and I'll cherish it forever.

You're heavily hearted friend,
Wendy.