Then There Were Haters
Ever since the launch of this site, Christy and I knew there would be a chance that we'd get hatemail. (or as I affectionatley call it, bitchmail.) We thought that when we made the transition from being The Orlando Gallery to ::perfectly syncronized:: would be easy. After all, we're not one of the more popular fan fiction sites. We've only been up eight months, and things have gone smoothly.

Until today. (November 19)

I logged onto CompuServe and discovered that I had mail. As always, I checked it and found this message:

I read what it said before coming onto your page and at the end you said
that you aren't going to bye Black&Blue anytime soon which is a great, not
because the Backstreet Boys don't deserve your money, but because they don't
need you as a fan.

Bye, Bye, Bye
Bitch

(in straight up ghetto voice) Oh no she didn't just call ME a bitch!

Did I reply?

Does Justin like UNC?

Hey there:

Oooh, there is nothing I LOVE more than overly obsessive teenies like you. Might I remind you that this *is* a free country and that I *am* entitled to my opinion. That's what I feel. So please respect my opinion. And yeah, I *STILL* am a Backstreet fan--but only for the reason stated: their music. But I don't like certain members attitudes.

And, oh yeah hon, I'm not A bitch--I'm THE bitch.

--Candice

Bet you ten bucks that she writes back.


AMEN sista!
you ARE a bitch!