Aaaaaaaaaah. Okay. That explains why my package to you was returned marked,
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Hey you know what? We’re all stressed and pissy. It’s mentally taxing and emotionally draning to realize that the fabric of our life has taken a rip in the seams.
You show class to own up to doing something that you don’t like. I respect you more.
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I now must question how sincere my regret is. I just got really pissed over something on the SDMB and am still pissed.
I will say this: Yes, I thank you all for supporting me (and anyone else) for stating our opinions, however misguided and irrelevant or just plain dumbassed they might (often/sometimes) be. However, I do believe there is a proper way to express one’s views, and I try to be among the posters on the board who can get their point across without histrionics, sarcasm, or hostility. For whatever reason, that seems to have gone out the fucking window lately.
Residual 9/11 anger? PMS? Frustration that the “togetherness” gig the U.S was grooving on will probably soon end? My money woes? An ingrown toenail? Those stupid Carrottop commercials? Jealousy over flirt threads? the high price of diapers? Who the fuck knows. I just gotta snap out of it.
P.S. Xeno, I’m so glad you’re back. You fucking liberal weenie pacifist pussy.
Well, I’ll try to forgive and go on, but it will be hard, so hard, so empty inside after you treated me with such cruelty, such callous disregard for my tender feelings I dont even think a lapdance will help…
What? Well, no, I can’t really be specific…well, one of those threads, uhhhh…I’m uh, too upset to remember the details, but you were really…hey, where you going?
Oh, well. Worth a shot.
Cranky: I’d do ya. Geez, what more do you want from me?
Anyone I feel I’ve actually wronged, I’ve apologized to, some publicly. A couple of people I’ve lambasted have eventually told me that I was kinda…well…right, so no apology was necessary. And that’s not a bad thing either, believe it or not.
If you’d like to be cunty to me, I’d be all about it. I am QUEEN cunt. Wait. Ew. I am, uh…well, you know, I, like, get the Golden Cunt award for Cuntiest Cunt in Cuntland. Or smurfy. I always get those mixed up.
Feel any better yet? I just humiliated myself in front of…well, the five or six people who won’t skip this post merely because my name’s on it. 