Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump…the rock beakers across the road. Start at 6 am. Sounds like machine gun fire(not a good sound when you live in the Middle East)
I’ll join the other student dopers in ranting about my own dumb assery while gettin’ my schooling on:
For the love of God, bouv, you’ve spent a whole year in grad school, and you still have not yet gotten an advisor, gotten funding, started anything close to resembling an idea for a thesis, nor finished filling out the in-state residency application.
My head is going to go ‘boom’ if I don’t get this out of my head:
Listen, you no-talented hack, those of us who you fucked sideways recently aren’t going to forget your little stunts any time soon. I wish I’d seen it earlier but now I do. The messages I got from folks saying that they were of the strong opinion you were all but plagiarizing my writing? Yup, they were right. After looking over the shit (and that’s what your writing is) you sent to me to beta-read, I can definitely see the near-plagiarism. You were on that thin, hairy edge and the only thing that kept you from going over is being too dumb to finish what you wrote.
You constantly bitch and moan on the message boards that despite you turning 20 this year, people still treat you like a child. Well, missy, get off your fucking ass and get a fucking job! Oh, you can’t because you don’t have your licence? What’s keeping you? And don’t give me your laundry list of excuses. I understand public transportation in your neck of the woods is non-existant, but FFS, you have friends who could help you learn to drive.
You need to get out of your mum’s house and stop living off her dime, girlie. If you aren’t going to go to school, get a job and pay a bit towards living expenses. Your mum and grandmother are going to get tired of you sponging off of them quickly.
And one final thing—I highly doubt that you’re a lesbian, much less bisexual. You’re girlcrushing on someone who’s going to use you up and spit you out and when she does, I’m not going to be there for you to bawl to, and no one else is either.
Why, oh fucking why must organizations stupidly manipulate words in order to have a nice, tidy acronym?
I was reading the local paper and I read about this organization called END. END stands for End Needless Deaths on our Roads. Let’s count the things that are stupid about this.
- The full acronym for “End Needless Deaths On Our Roads” would be ENDOOR…which is where the Ewoks live.
- The first word of the proper name of the organization, “end” is the whole acronym. The “E” in END…fucking stands for “end!”
- Needless death? NEEDLESS death? As opposed to all the fucking NECESSARY deaths on our roads? Unless your name is Max and you’re in post-apocalyptic Australia ALL deaths on the road are needless. And does the organization extend beyond human fatalities to roadkill and shit?
Ah…my first minirant and I actually do feel better.
Clearly, the correct response is to throw down. Once he’s been served, the subway “rapper” will recede into his basement in shame and throw away his turntable, and the world will be better off for it.
Now that sounds like a hell of a show.
Oh boy. Have you ever tried carrying on a relationship (OK, a fuck-buddy relationship) with one of these girls? Not legitimately confused–I understand that, I’ve been there–just having trouble deciding whether or not she’ll get more attention as a lesbian, a bisexual, or a straight girl. While she bounced back and forth, I was patiently waiting for her to explore her feelings–even encouraging her. And then she started fucking my friend (male) while telling me she wouldn’t come over because she was a lesbian this week. That was the last straw. That was about three years ago, and from what I’ve heard nothing has changed much.
On a related note, the radio ads for Sobe Essential Energy Elixir or whatever the fuck it is, drive me up the wall. They start out innocently enough:
but quickly descend into madness:
WTF? “Exactly better for you?” Every time, I can almost hear my radio cringing, because it knows that when it says those things to me, it sends me on the edge of an electrocidal rampage. I manage to contain myself, and then when the radio is confident that I’ll keep my cool, it starts to tell me about Sobe’s
eflux? Eflux? EFLUX? EFLUX?!?@?@!?@%!(!&#(!)(^)!(#%@#&%@#&$
AARRRRRRRGGGHHHH
Radio, I’m watching you.
Dammit. Dammit dammit dammit dammit. I was so close to going back to work, but the company was not a good fit for me, and it would have been a waste of time. Dammit. Back to the friggin’ drawing board. I’m no worse off than I was this morning (better off, actually, because I have the experience of another interview under my belt), but it sure feels like I just got dumped in the cellar.
I am fucking sick and tired of people taking offense where none was intended.
Stop being so goddamned defensive, people! FUCK!
So, what’s the thesis about? (Only if there’s a quick answer - if it takes any thought, you should be writing your thesis.)
In case anyone’s interested, my MIL called her primary on Monday, left a message with the nurse, she got a call from the Heart Doctor that day, asking her to come in that afternoon for her test results.
She passed her stress test, now she can have her throat surgery.
This is a fanfic dispute, isn’t it? 
Fuck the “keeping up with the Joneses” mentality that fuels the American way of life, specifically that of the upper-middle classes that infests suburbia. We ended up at a Fourth of July party yesterday that had so much envy and “one-up the Joneses” subtext that it felt like fucking Edwardian political maneuvers. I was straight-up expecting someone to get poisoned at any moment.
Live humbly, generously, and at peace with yourselves and with each other.
Diversified Staffing, you are a bunch of incompetent, arrogant bitches who never return phone calls or emails and can’t be counted on to understand what a temporary employment candidate is looking for. I know all pimp agencies treat their temps like shit, but you are one of the worst offenders for this. I have given up on you finding me anything decent, but I will keep my name listed with you on the off chance that a miracle occurs and you do something to earn your 25% of my fee that you charge the customer.
And your website sucks, too.
You first.
Unfortunately yes. I’m not going to go into what fandom, but let’s say that not only has this twit almost plagiarized my work, she also tried to do the same with a couple of articles I wrote.
Examples, please? (Of the one-upping, I mean).
Just because I don’t spend every waking minute talking about <insert subject> does NOT mean I don’t know anything about it and that I want to spend my time being “educated” about it!
For those who manage to impart a strong bodily odor to their surroundings, such that it remains behind well after they have passed on to other locations, how do you do it? Does it seep into the walls and carpets, to filter out thereafter over a period of hours until the molecules of stench have reached an equilibrium with the ambient atmosphere?
One word: MITCHUM!
Hey, Wimbledon! Buy a FUCKING TARP to put over your STUPID FUCKING STADIUM because it RAINS CONSTANTLY every fucking JUNE!!!
Idiotic filmgoers: stop making excuses for Michael Bay by saying one should just shut one’s brain down and enjoy his movies. He is a hack and has nothing but contempt for you, his audience. When you defend him you’re doing nothing but exposing your own low standards. Stop making this guy rich!