You almost kicked the person out who was going to pick my stuff up on my behalf, told me it was taken care of, and that I would get it in the mail...but it's now January of 2023, you wouldn't answer my other account tweeting you about this. Where is it? Am I not getting it?
I had to take this account out of privacy.
@TrotCon : I never received my items for sponsoring your convention the last time. I was told it would be mailed to me. Never arrived. I was a Pegasus Sponsor. When someone tried to pick it up, you guys finally talked to me about it.
I know times are tough on everyone financially, but if you can boost this and give some good horses a good chance at help, I'm sure DEFHR would greatly appreciate it. You can read the article here:
https://t.co/ET2lW3EhKc
Thank you guys! Consider retweeting to help!
Hey #Bronies:
Since I'm still not really doing any posting here, I thought I'd bring up something big that happened locally. Recently, my county had it's largest animal rescue, ever, happen because of neglect of animals. This was followed with a massive seizure. <ctd>
The place that saved these wonderful creatures who *didn't deserve* this treatment was the same place you guys donated to for the Marenheit 451 pack, Days End Farm Horse Rescue: https://t.co/32O43N2ByN
Wow, I haven't tweeted from this account in like...a month. Almost like someone who didn't do her research wanted to claim I wanted to get 'cred' and didn't know I'm not even posting on my pony account!
She forgot this just as much as she forgot defending the person who SA'd me!
And why is that? Because playing victim and trying to be the perpetual martyr is more fun.
I don't want fucking pity. I don't want revenge. I don't want anything except for my story to be the last time something like this happens to anyone.
I've lived with it for six years.
I'm posting here because I'm still livid over that bullshit.
I'm not a self righteous altruist. I cannot, for the fucking life of me, believe that pile of garbage believes she can belittle me because SHE CONVENIENTLY FORGOT that I confided in her and she wants to bury me.
If this isn't a moment of resounding awakening, then pity on you. You're letting someone overspeak your thoughts on what's right and wrong based solely on how much vitriol they can spew while hiding behind a shield of identity.
I. Was. Sexually. Assaulted.
She. Doesn't. Care.
...yo, I'm not even kidding right now, but this shit in my DMs is exactly why I fucking peaced right out. You're a bully, a liar, and a goddamn intolerant human being. You're everything you hate.
And I'm not an altruist. I'm a very fault laden being. BUT AT LEAST I ADMIT IT.
@TekCharlie I've pretty much did the same since she invalidated a trans person sexually assaulting me years ago. It hurt, it was painful, but at the end of the day, I'm not bragging that she blocked me. It's just disappointing.
Oh.
I forgot that @TrotCon is happening in two days, I bought a sponsor pass, and I'm totally not scheduled off nor can I make it.
Hey Trotski? I'm a Pegasus sponsor. Any chance you can give someone something nice on my behalf since I'm definitely not attending?
@Cmdr_Northstar@BronyCon If anything, I'd think the silver one would be more susceptible due to my overuse of it and being on well water. Hard water is a thing I deal with. But the one that's been in a box for years having done that? Just weird.
To former fellow staffers of @bronycon 2014 and over, be careful of the old water bottles! I'm not sure why this was a thing, but the blue bottles seem to rust. The 2013 bottles (silver pictured) seem to be okay though!
As your former medical command, I still care about you!
@Cmdr_Northstar@BronyCon I've been running a few bits of bleach through it with no change; so I'm about to try CLR to see if that dissolves it.
They look to be stainless, but I can't be sure. I tried to look the bottles over for markings of any sorts other than the logos with no avail.
@Retro_Horse I can't believe it got that bad either! And I've kept it dry for a few years now. I discovered it this evening trying to find a water bottle to use for a jog.