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'Tis Officially Rat Bastard Friday, It's Open Season - Take NO Prisoners! 
20th-Oct-2006 12:18 am

Who's the bane of YOUR existence? Who is the person you most want to rip a new asshole for whatever reason? Start commenting, and have fun gettin' your hate on - and out. IP logging is off and anonymous commenters are welcome, so let 'er rip...

And remember, playing nice is not necessary - not even with me. Even the fundie that has been emailing me lately, knock yourself out. I'll bite, though you won't like it very much - I draw blood, so be told and bring it.
20th-Oct-2006 04:41 am (UTC)
You think you have some sort of hold over people simply because they give a damn about you. The problem is that you tend to use that rather insipid idea as a launching pad for treating those who care about you like a favorite sweater in your closet that you can pull out and wear close to your heart then it shove it back on the shelf whenever you're bored with it, or the season is over, whichever comes first.

I am through playing the passive aggressive mind games with someone who is so ill equipped.
20th-Oct-2006 05:53 am (UTC) - Listening to The Jam will do this to you...
...knowing that someone in this life loves with a passion called hate...and what you give is what you GET!!!!!

You know, you are one of my best friends, but I see you living in a fucking drawer sometimes. You have this really narrow view of life, and you judge people unfairly: you judge them on their fucking footwear - does comfy footwear really make you a Lesbian? I know you are kidding, but you DO judge people on thier footwear and that is SO fucking SHALLOW it hurts. And why are you so obssessed with what women who wear Birkenstocks do with their pussies anyway? How can you judge people on how much money they make, on what their partners look like, where they live, what they have, what they do for a living - all the fucking things in life that don't add up to a fucking thing in the great shceme of things.

Your own mother worked her ass off in a factory. My dad worked construction all his life, and no one starved. Who gives a shit what a person does for a living so long as it's not child pornography? People do what they do to get by, to make a living, to put food on the table. So they aren't sunk knee-deep in the corporate world; does that make their existence any less important? Is EVERYONE a fucking loser because they make less than 100 grand a year? Come on. What do you think all the authors and artists and musicians you love so dearly, what the fuck do you think they made?

How important was money to them? It WAS important. A lot of those poor bastards died paupers. But you still gotta hand it to them, they were a hell of a lot better off than you and me. They may not have access to lots of money, but they had something you CANNOT buy: they had substance. And why do you judge people on that? You fucking HATE the corporate world, but it keeps you in fancy clothes and trips overseas and allows you to spend money like water. Are YOU really happy with that arrangement? God bless if you are (you don't seem happy as much as you seem constantly STRESSED OUT), but don't fucking put your high ideals of rolling in the dough on other people. Just because we don't happen to have the same burning desire to make a cool million before we're forty doesn't mean we are all lazy slackers with poor work ethics, with no goals in life. Come ON! It makes me fucking crazy that you are like this.

What if I poo-poed everyone I knew who didn't have an artistic bone in their body, or couldn't name the important artists of the Italian Renaissance, or I scoffed at folks who couldn't name Shakespeare's historical dramas? I'd be a big fat fucking snob, wouldn't I? And worse, I'd be writing off a lot of people who otherwise would be great people to know, fun and interesting folks I grew to love. I wish you wouldn't be so damn judgmental when it comes to what people have in thier pockets. It's not that fucking important. And why am I the exception, because I have my own business? I am exempt from your harsh judgement of people because I am me, and I DO know the important artists of the Italian Renaissance? Why am I exempt and the rest of the world are slackers with no ambition? That pisses me off to no end. I think people who never picked up a classic novel are losers? NO way. They just have different desires, different ways to unwind.

Awright. I'm done.
20th-Oct-2006 09:38 am (UTC)
I drive an elderly, battered GEO Metro that gets good gas mileage but cannot wheeze along at much more than 55 mph. With this in mind, I do not take the interstate road and I drive to my job (23 miles) along rural roads that have, for the most part, posted speed limits of 40 mph or so.

Speed limits don't seem to mean a thing in this godforsaken midwestern state where all the redneck yahoos drive ginormous 4-door-cab pickups and all the soccer moms havve equally ginormous SUVs. I am entirely sick of these people driving straight up my tailpipe whenever they happen to come upon me on said rural routes and driving me along like cow to market. Fuck off and die and for once in your miserable lives try and take into account that it's not my fucking fault if you left later than you were suposed to. Pass me--i don't give a shit, but just stop driving an inch and a half from my rear bumper. I hate you all.
20th-Oct-2006 04:31 pm (UTC) - Re: Icon. LOL!
I am laughing out loud at Paulie's grandfather!
20th-Oct-2006 04:36 pm (UTC) - Re: Icon. LOL!
I'm very pleased someone recognized Paulie's grandfather! Good ole Wilfred Brimble. I am amused by your Carol Channing as well. :)
21st-Oct-2006 02:33 am (UTC) - Re: Icon. LOL!
And I am amused by Cowbell!
20th-Oct-2006 12:29 pm (UTC)
Lukashenko A.G.
first president of Belarus.
20th-Oct-2006 03:43 pm (UTC)
We joined the gay bowling league to meet cool, interesting new friends--not to watch you get drunk over the course of 2 hours and talk non-stop about your parties, sexscapades and "important job." You AND your boyfriend are loud, obnoxious and...I'm discovering...full of total bullshit. Maybe you're fooling the majority--maybe for them, your antics conceal your insecurity and anxiety. We see them clearly.

Truth is, I don't care if you're struggling in your career. I don't care if your boyfriend works retail. And I don't care if you have a few bad habits. You don't need to be perfect and you don't need to be the center of attention to be our friend. You just need to be "real."
20th-Oct-2006 03:47 pm (UTC) - ahem, an ode to karma
There once was a woman named Stacy
who lied, man she was amazing
Until she was called on her shit
by the people who quit
her husband, her children, quite hasty
21st-Oct-2006 09:53 am (UTC) - Re: ahem, an ode to karma
Nice flow... :)
20th-Oct-2006 06:08 pm (UTC) - I nominate a couple
I am going to have to see this couple tonight so I am sure that is why they are on my mind.
It's a long story which I am not sure I could even entirely convey here.... the shortish version is they have both been horrible to me individually and as a couple for many years now. We do theater together and I have added pleasure of sometimes running into the female at my real job. Anyhow, I had a brief and ill advised fling with the male of the couple (he suggested we have an "adult relationship"), and he then promptly began also seeing the female and they "fell in love". We were doing a show together at the time and he didn't bother to mention anything to me but started being really mean to me on stage. They made sure I would see them necking backstage. It is now two years later and they still delight in showing me that "they are a couple" by putting on elaborate "public displays" when I am around. They very recently got engaged and are getting married next Spring. The last time I spoke to the woman in person, she went on and on about she had gotten cast at a theater I have worked at and, in fact, in a show that I had been involved with for the past two years. I choose to not audition there this season because I have some better shows already lined up but I know them and they're thinking how they are better than me since they got cast in two shows, including the one I was in for the past two years. And the director for that show has been going around bad mouthing me so it's an annoying scene all around for me.

My plan is just go there tonight, be friendly and to move on. Let them think whatever but if I was engaged to that bastard and I was about to start rehearsing that crummy Christmas show, well, I wouldn't be bragging about it but they're free to do whatever they want. I like my men to have teeth and I like my shows not to be dull and boring.

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