i’m annoyed.
someone forwarded me a post entitled ‘i had sex with moby today…a confession.’ everything in in this ‘confession’ is untrue, and what troubles me most is that the way in which i’m portratyed in this fictional anecdote is so contrary to everything that i aspire to be.
in my life i don’t think i’ve ever told someone to ‘fuck off’ or ‘go away’.
i aspire to be nice to everyone, as naive and simple as that might be.
please, criticize my music if you want to, criticize me if you want to, but don’t make up stories about me. specifically not stories wherein i’m portrayed as being something that i’m not.
moby
