Hmm…good point. :smack:
This thread is making me:
(a) want to give all of my relatives and co-workers and ex-co-workers and bosses past and present and pretty much all of my ex-girlfriends* enormous hugs of gratitude. Even the ones I didn’t like, even the ones who screwed me over in minor ways… because they are SAINTS compared to what some of you have had to deal with
(b) hate a bunch of people I’ve never met, like LunaV’s stepfather
[sub]*OK, I’m still a little pissed at the ex-girlfriend who tried to convince me to START drinking, lied compulsively, and claimed that I exhibited many of the warning signs of being a serial killer. But honestly, I feel more pity and sadness than anything approaching hatred.[/sub]
Jim, you arrogant piece of shit. I’ve never met anyone as openly bad a person as you are. You admittedly steal from the store you work for then hand out the stolen items to your friends like youre the coolest guy in the world. You lie all the time and everyone knows it. You always talk about how you hate people judging you - if anyone expresses any disapproval of your stealing you rip him apart for this - but then you have the nerve to criticize me in front of everyone.
Fuck your own big ass.
Wow, duffer. Just…wow.
If you’re ever near Carson City, NV, look me up - I’ll buy you a beer. You deserve it, after going through that bullshit.
To Madeline: I hate you. You’re one of the worst people on the planet. It’s been two years since I last saw you and I still hate you. I hate that you kicked me out because I went out of the house after hours - I worked nights, you worked days, and you couldn’t just leave it at that. No. I hate that you feel justified even now about having made me homeless on the opposite side of the country as all of my family. I hate that even now, you make my best friend’s life a living hell, your daughter, who you should love above all else. Your genius of a daughter, who is persuing two degrees when you didn’t have the native intelligence to persue one. Fuck you. Stop being jealous of your daughter and stop taking your stupidity out on her, and let her go. I hope you just fall off the face of the fucking planet - the world will be a better place when you die.
To Kelli: I don’t give a damn if you’re my boss, you have no right to flip out over what day I happened to pick to get married on. The other two editors approved it, and you weren’t even going to be at work that day. Fuck you.
~Tasha
They say there’s no justification for vigilante behavior, but then there’s this thread…And let me also chime in on the support for Duffer. That sucks man.
So many people.
I hate my cousin’s wife. Number one, she’s a stupid hillbilly. My cousin has a Masters. They aren’t compatible and I sensed trouble when I met her but I can forgive him, because I will admit she looked damn fine on her wedding day, beautiful, even, but, wouldn’t ya know it, she instantly (and I mean starting at the friggin’ reception) began a slow steady gorging process, followed by assal horizontology, and completely blimped herself out Jabba the Hut style.
During this time, she squirted out three kids then went psycho, and started physically abusing my cousin. My cousin finally calls the cops. Guess who goes to jail? Guess who gets assraped in jail before he can make bail? Eventually my cousin is sentenced to drug rehab that he doesn’t need, because it was the only way his lawyer could wangle him out of a felony assault charge for something he did not commit.
Meanwhile, lardass up and takes the kids back to bug-tussle (so’s they can be near the kin folk and all) 350 miles away, and starts screwing around with every guy in town and bragging about it to my cousin on the phone. “You don’t believe me? (giggle giggle) You wanna talk to him? (giggle) He’s right here in bed!(giggle giggle giggle)”.
Then, while he is waiting to go to court on the false charges she pressed on him, and even though the court has ORDERED HER to let him see the kids, she jerks him around. He drives the 700 mile round trip to see the kids and she either starts trouble so he is afraid to continue contact or she just tells him there has been a “change in plans” so he wastes the whole trip and doesn’t even get to see them for a minute.
But, dearheart, your comeuppance is nigh. When hubby gets out of rehab in a couple of weeks, he’s going to hire a detective and a lawyer, and he is going to get custody of his kids so fast it will make your sorry appalachian-hillbilly head spin clean off. My cousin loves his kids enough TO PRETEND TO HAVE A DRUG PROBLEM AND CON EVERYONE IN REHAB THAT HE ACTUALLY DOES AND GO THROUGH THREE MONTHS OF THAT. You are an ignorant stupid little child, and he is formidable, intelligent and knowledgeable adult, with the financial means (amounts of money that trailer trash such as yourself can’t even conceive of) patience, and cunning, to make justice go his way in the long run, and he is now your sworn enemy. Rotsa ruck to ya bitch!
So, enjoy ladie’s night at the bar and have fun hooking up with a different (heavily beer-goggled I’d wager) cletus every night while your toothless granny watches the kids from the front porch in a rocking chair with her shotgun (I mean, how can you stand it?). Enjoy calling my cousin in a drunken state and bragging on what a slut you are. Enjoy it while you can. You are an unfit mother and it is only a matter of time until the courts finally start noticing that.
I also pit my useless mental-case other cousin, whom we fondly call dicknose, who, at the age of fifty, has never so much as showed up to start one single day of work in his entire life, but still feels he is entitled to live in high style with a fancy condo, dining out every night, etc.
It was bad enough that when his dad was dying a richly deserved death of Alzheimer’s that he would come by and harass the home-care worker. All the other things he has done that I won’t bother to mention are bad enough, but in the most recent incident he truly reveals himself to be the conniving snake he truly is.
A few days after my** good **cousin checks into rehab, and is thus conveniently unable to fulfill is usual primary familial responsibility as moronic stupidity preventer, dicknose decides to intentionally crash his vintage Camero that he begged wheedled and pleaded for. How do we know it was intentional? He was wearing his seatbelt for the first time EVER IN HIS LIFE. He was fond of telling people that “Wearing seatbelts was blasphemous” (no doubt endearing him to his bible-thumping mother) “because it meant you didn’t trust God with your life OR your soul” :rolleyes: , but THAT DAY he wore his seatbelt. He had a “feeling” he later explained: “Maybe God was protecting me that day”. Maybe God was protecting dicknose because all God’s good works he was doing weren’t yet completed on this earth. :rolleyes: x10^100.
So he realizes Mom (my nutball Aunt) is in her manic phase and susceptible to manipulation so he racks the Camero on a guardrail, then convinces her that rather than fix the Camero, which was not badly damaged and would have only cost them a $1000 deductible to repair, that she should buy him a vintage MERCEDES. Now that the merc is in the bag, he is talking about fixing the Camero after all. :smack: Of course now there are thousands of dollars of storage fees at the tow lot, because they just left it there like morons. My cousin, the vintage car collector. :rolleyes:
So, dicknose, I hope you know that when you roll up to TGI Fridays (the ONLY place he ever goes :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: ) it doesn’t matter what you are rolling in, you still aren’t getting laid because you smoke like a chiminey, don’t go to the dentist, and as a result, your once semi-tolerable visage now resembles a jack-o-lantern and your breath smells from all the rot from ten feet away. Oh, and there’s that little fact that any sane person that talks to you for more than 23 seconds realizes you are a mental case and a weirdo and instantly becomes uncomfortable and wants to get away from you. This includes me, your loving cousin. I also hope you know that the staff that pretends to be your “friends” at TGI Fridays are only being nice to you because that is their fucking job. They hate your guts and when you aren’t around probably tell quite a few wickedly mean jokes about you that frankly, I’d like to hear. I wonder how many people quit their job there, just to not have to keep pretending you are a normal human being. Why don’t you just leave those poor people alone, they are just trying to earn a living.
So, dude, you have no friends, the people you spend all your time with hate you, and your relationship with your family (who totally supports you financially) is to cause trouble and jerk them around and beg stuff off them. It’s a wonderful life you are leading there, dicknose.
At least your soon to be utterly toothless grin will be a convincing look for your new job (first job?) flying a cardboard sign by the on-ramp, because when Mommy dies (an event which will come very soon) and you find out that the two of you have pissed away all the money, you ain’t gettin’ no job. Good cousin can get a job at the drop of a hat and will do just fine. He will probably wind up supporting your sorry ass because that is the kind of guy he is, although I will use my considerable powers of persuasion to the utmost to convince him to leave you strictly to your own devices.
Auntie, I will save the best for last. Perhaps you shouldn’t be on this list, I don’t actually hate you, because I know you mean well in your deluded way, but you have done the most harm, by far. Dicknose has legitimate severe mental problems and I can almost forgive his idle lifestyle, although I bet if he had to he could buckle down and work at a Wendy’s, provided he keeps on his meds, but I can’t forgive the fact that he is always acting like a dicknose and the fact that he takes advantage of situations like this to act out. It is unforgivable and his mental illness is no excuse. Auntie, I can forgive you a little, and I do realize that you have some mental issues as well, but you did and continue to do a lot of things that I despise. For someone who is certainly not stupid, and seems so well meaning, how could you make such a mess of everyone’s entire life?
If you had divorced your douchebag child molesting husband when you found out what he was up to, you daughter might still be alive. I’ve heard that being serially molested as a child increases the suicide rate and I blame the mental instability and eventual suicide death of that brilliant and beautiful woman directly on you. Compound that with the psychological effect on your other children from these events and this maniac being their father, and you really screwed the pooch for your whole family. You had a degree from a prestigious college, you could have left pervo and got a job, but, no, you couldn’t leave douchebag because the Bible told you not to, somehow. :rolleyes: I think you were just too afraid to make the move, and you used your religion as an excuse to justify your laziness or lack of courage to yourself, and others. The result was utter devastation in your family that now threatens to claim the only child of yours that stood a chance. Let your stupid God forgive you for that.
At least douchebag left you some money to survive on. Until you started pissing it away on the FRAUDULENT CANADIAN LOTTERY SCAM, AND KEPT ON DOING IT EVEN AFTER YOU WERE SHOWN NEWSPAPER ARTICLES ABOUT THIS TYPE OF FRAUD. Christ, there aren’t enough :rolleyes: in the universe to cover that one, you fucking lunatic.
So, I know that things look pretty bad right now, duffer, and I know this probably won’t make you feel any better, but at least you weren’t ass-raped in jail and aren’t now sitting in drug rehab you don’t need while the rest of your family takes the opportunity to destroy themselves even further, and your wife isn’t making every possible arrangement to prevent you from ever seeing your kids again, and has lied and would almost certainly lie again with the purpose of sending you to prison. Things could be worse, bro.
In addition to everything in this OP, try being gay with none of the attributes that the “lookism” aspect of being gay holds up as being the most attractive, i.e., not young, etc., etc.
With that being said, I fucking hate you, Nicholas.
I wasn’t really looking for anyone, you especially.
I was resigned to the lack of a lovelife my above-listed lacks limited me to. Yes, I was extremely, excruciatingly lonely, but I tried to fill my life with other things and not think about it much. Five or six days a week in the gym, tennis until I passed out, reading until my eyes bled, going to movies alone for sometimes two or three at a sitting, but, hey, it filled the days and nights. And, yes, it was getting to be painful the number of parties, dinners and other events where I was always the solo, or the third, fifth or seventh wheel.
But, still, I wasn’t really looking for anyone, you especially.
So why’d you have to come along and fuck with what was at least a state of equilibrium in my life? You had to be so cute, so charming and so much of what I wanted. The good sex and all. And you made me feel good. You said all the things I needed to hear and did (and remembered) all the things I needed done. And, with you being a lot younger than me, I was leary, but you didn’t seem to want anything.
Then I found out you did want something. 'Cause you saw me coming a mile away. You wanted someone to sadistically fuck with so as to shore up your own shredded self-esteem, to make up for something that had obviously been done to you, and the abuse you showed the signs of having suffered. And you saw I was vulnerable. I know this now, but while you were with me, it took a while for all of this information to accumulate. Most here would say Stevie Wonder could have seen the warning flags, but I was too close in.
After you saw I was falling for you, you started. You would say you’d call, then disappear for a week. Since I’d said I didn’t really want a commitment, I just adjusted my vision of how much we’d see each other. When you saw I enjoyed reading and I told you I had been involved in all sorts of extracurricular activities in school, you taunted me severely. Now, this didn’t really mean anything, because I immediately saw this was about your insecurity around schooling and education. And when we did have arguments and you couldn’t get your way, then you insulted my looks. Again, I know what I look like so this didn’t bother me and I saw through this as your defense mechanism to make up for how shitty you felt inside.
Until it all started to come together and I realized what a damaged, soulless, manipulative person you were and there was nothing I could do for you. I thought you were worth knowing and that we could work it out. I thought my being understanding of what was really going on for you underneath would get us through.
Then you disappeared completely. You wouldn’t answer the phone or the door; when I finally caught up with you to try to get some answers, fully 80% of your responses were, “I have no answer for why I did that.” The other 20% were cruel and vicious retorts.
Now, I realize what you did was about how fucked up you are as a human being and what I took and why I sought answers is about my shit and what I need to fix and none of this is about any possibility of us being together in anything called a “relationship.”
And sometimes I still think there was still something likeable and charming and spontaneous and even good-crazy about you. But I know better now.
I fucking hate you, Nicholas, for getting me to open up to that feeling again and sadistically snatching it away because you needed to hurt and abuse somebody the way you’ve been hurt and abused.
To the stay-at-home mothers group in southern Illinois.
My dear friend, a stay-at-home dad, looked you up, trying to find some support and socialization. He’s the sweetest, kindest, most empathetic guy I know. He’s also male (duh) and in his 40s, with a 4 year old child. Thank you, you flock of dimwitted guinea hens, for treating him as if he was a dirty old man, using his beautiful child as a way to lure you in to his nefarious plans. He was looking for a chance to get out of the house and talk to people, using words with more then six letters. Your ignorant rejection of him tore him apart.
I truly hope that your life never gets so bad that you need one of the women’s shelters he has volunteered at, nor the social services for the mentally ill he used to provide, but if you do, he could be the one, providing that service to you. You could only be so lucky as to have his help.
Maggie: I hope your next skanky dye job makes your hair get all brittle and break off so you’re BALD BALD BALD and then, princess, I will laugh so hard at you. You’ll be crying your vain little head off and I’ll be taking pictures.
To my neighbors to the South - how about controlling your high school kids, get them to stop playing the loud music at all hours, and to stop throwning their trash in my yard.
To my neighbors to the East - I realize that you love demolition derby, but could you PLEASE dispose of the wreck after the race, instead of leaving it in the yard for all to see for a month!
To Michelle - you know, you could probably get your monthly disability payments to go further if you got rid of all the fucking animals - 6 bunnies, 7 birds and a lizard, at the last count. It’s sad that your bunnies get fresh veggies daily, while you live off Campbell’s Tomato Soup.
To my boss - PLEASE stop making mandatory meetings in the middle of the afternoon. I know it’s convenient for YOU, but I work graveyards. How about getting up and doing a training for us at 2:00 AM? No? Didn’t think so. Better yet, how about just sending the graves a copy of the meeting minutes, as 95% of the time the meetings have NOTHING to do with my shift.