OK PEOPLE HERE\'S WHAT I HAVE TO FUCKING SAY! GUYS AND GIRL NEED TO
LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND THE FUCK ALONE, STOP HITTING ON HER! SHE\'S WITH ME
AND SHE WILL NEVER BE WITH YOU SO BACK THE FUCK OFF BEFORE I BACK YOU
THE FUCK OFF WITH A DAMN BASEBALL BAT! GOD DAMN PEOPLE STOP RUINING MY
LIFE AND MY RELATIONSHIP!
Lifeguards...I thought they were supposed to guard you lives, not ruin
your fun..I swear lifeguards are only good when some little amateur kid
is drowning from lack of experience. But I do butterfly on my swim team
and I'd like to say that I KNOW how to swim.
Another thing about them is just that they don't know what to do,
except sunbathe. I swear, every single lifeguard I've seen is a tanned,
suntan lotion covered teen with sunglasses on who blows the whistle
occasionally at some kids having a little fun. Lifeguards also think
that being a lifeguard is cool, "Ooooh I is a lifeguard, look at me
save peoples!" Eh. It's not that I'm against lifeguards, but I think
they need to do a bit of a better job of knowing when to blow the
whistle.
My roommate likes to play a game. He comes home from work, waits about 15 minutes, and then starts making jokes. The damn fool is pretty clever, and I can't help but laugh most of the time.
But sometimes it just pisses me off. Maybe its because I feel fucked up in life right now. Maybe its because he's the only person that actually chooses to interact with me on any kind of a regular basis. For whatever reason, I'm pissed.
Seriously, the first thirty times he calls me gay in any of his intelligent and well-put-together jokes, I laugh. But every fucking night? I seriously just want to break something now.
And the fucking idiot doesn't take my reaction seriously. That's what pisses me off the most. Its like, fuck dude, at some point you might want to consider that I'm a little bit unhappy with the way you talk to me.
Here's a good example. After two or three jokes, without me responding in any way, he continues. So I get up and walk to my room, shut the door, and go to bed. He keeps going.
I thought that maybe after I started yelling "FUCK DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" loud enough for all the damn neighbours to hear, perhaps he might cease and desist. No such luck.
To top it off, tonight it was about Lord of the fucking Rings. After 3 hours of goddamn mayhem and death, a slight bit of emotional tension has built up. So here I am, just finished working out, and I'm watching the last little bit of the movie. My roommate walks in, and three minutes later he's telling me how gay I am, how much I must like the movie because hobbits are like little boys.
I'm not just irritated by his disregard for the fact that I'm watching a damn movie - oh, he'd be pissed if I started talking to him while he's watching some stupid freaking movie from the 80's - but now, he's making some stupid fucking gay joke.
So here I sit, typing merrily away on my computer. I'm far too pissed to go to bed, and I need to go use the loon before I do, so I'll have to interact with him at least once more.
What the fuck am I supposed to do? Reason doesn't work. Swearing at him doesn't work. Joking back works, but that's his goal anyway - he wants me to fucking prank him... its all part of his little fucking game.
But, it isn't part of my fucking game. I don't have a fucking game. I'm just trying to freaking survive and it isn't the best time in my life right now. Actually, its pretty much the worst... Except of course for back in the day, as a teenager - that pretty much sucked too.
I just don't want to put up with all this fucking shit. Its nonstop, incessant, unending, and like I said, the guy is good at making these damn jokes.
I really don't know what to do. I can:
1) swear and be pissed, which works temporarily but has negative consequences for me (like being wired awake for the next 3 hours)
2) talk to him seriously and watch as he twists my comments into his game
3) play the game.
4) find a new fucking roommate. but like I said, this is the only other human being in the fucking world that actually chooses to spend time with me. more than once. for longer than a fucking year. or two. or four. fuck my goddamn friends, I wish they'd go to the fucking hell.
I am tired of people taking advantage of my kindness/laid back attitude especially this one co-worker who is a serious party girl (she makes Tara Reid look like a nun). Bitch can't do shit right, all she thinks about is the next party and her weekend, whose place she (and her friends)crash at when they get drunk in the city and can't get back to the sticks. When she fucks up, the boss just poo-poohs it but chews my ass out for allowing the fuck-up. We're not even on the same project! I'm not her supervisor, you are motherfucker! I can't be expected to do my work and hers too
DUDE seriously...c'mon now..wtf! i hate it how people come to me bitchin about their problems just because i give good advices.FUCK THAT! it's because of this that a lot of girls just see in me just a friend rather than a boyfriend.i swear it's fucked up..they are like:"aww i like it how you understand me and i rather not risk becoming your girlfriend and then break up.I'd prefer if we just remain friends".I could just tell them that i don't give a fuck about their problems and get it over with but nooo..i have to be all nice all the time.FUCK THAT man i'm sick of it.I have my own shit to deal with.LEAVE ME ALONE!
And Jesus Christ, I don't even sleep in that late, usually no later
than 1 pm in fact. I'M A FUCKING TEENAGER, IT'S NOT THAT BAD!
So can you just shut up about all the "sleeping in until 5 pm" or whatever jokes?
I don't even know why you make them, because I don't find them fucking funny and it really just makes me angry at you.
I mean, I can kinda smile and chuckle the first few times but it REALLY GETS OLD.
And at least I can stay up later than like 2 am. Besides, really late at night is the only time I get to spend alone.
SO SORRY IF I CAN'T LIVE UP TO YOUR STANDARDS OF GOING TO BED AT 11:30
AND WAKING UP AT 7 AM OR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU DO, BUT I DON'T MAKE
FUN OF YOUR SLEEPING HABITS SO JUST QUIT MAKING OLD AND NOT AT ALL
FUNNY JOKES ABOUT MINE.
God, even my hairdresser understands that I'm a teenager and I sleep
in late. You guys are also teenagers and can't understand that? I mean
really, I let you hang out at my house all the time and yet you can't
just lay off.
For the last half year or so I have been going out VERY successfully with a man the same gender as myself. We are not faeries; both of us are gamers who sometimes enjoy watching sports, make gay jokes, silly pranks, etc. We are NORMAL PEOPLE. Both of us have discovered that we truly love each other- he never knew he was gay (well, bi really, but that doesn't matter when your lover is the same gender) until he was with me. I've known since I was 14 or 15 that I wouldn't mind if I fell in love with a man, and exactly that happened.
Suffice it to say, I visited my friend over the last weekend that brought the month over to August. Yes, it was his parents' house; we are both college students and his parents wanted him to be back in his home town. Suffice it to say, we had a motorhome and space, yet they found out anyway (probably his fault).
Now, to the bulk of my problems.
Thanks to the fact that we were found out, I no longer have a third roommate at our apartment for the next year. We swore chastity on the part of our friend as we did not want to demean our friendship with him. Problem is, my lover hasn't moved in yet, and now I'm going to be stuck paying $502.5 a month instead of $375 because of rent. I don't know how to explain this to anyone, so my boyfriend is going to be telling him about it how he can without letting him know about us. Suffice it to say, we have a little over a month to find a new roommate.
As if that wasn't enough...
The reason we can't live together now is NOT directly because of his parents, but rather his counselor, which his parents are forcing them all to see. They believe that they are the cause of his homosexuality (or the death of his brother 6 years ago), so they're talking to some random person they are paying to get help. Luckily, she is promised to be neutral in idea towards homosexuality, and that has proven true today. HOWEVER, she is the one who is forcing us to live apart and therefore the destructor of my financial options.
Now, we're getting to the main reason of the problem. His parents are EXTREMELY homophobic, and they refuse to accept that we can remain together, thinking that the reason we are together is because we have both been outcasts from society to begin with. I had very, very few friends when I was little due to my problems with asthma and obesity as well as my already antisocial nature, plus I lived in a small asscrack of a town where almost all the families are rednecks with retardation issues, so basically I was put down a lot for being too smart. It sucked dick. He had the same issues, except when he finally got friends they were all slimy douchebags who couldn't care less about his ongoing mental trauma from his brother's death.
So, we are both outcasts. Therefore, we latched onto each other, right?
Wrong. He was about to kill himself earlier this year over his failing grades based upon his depression from his brother's death and the unfair expectations laid upon him that his brother had reached (he was apparently a genius). This and the fact that I had become his only truly reliable friend (he has new ones now, I ended up being his best friend and we are still friends as much as lovers) became his motivation for making me his lover. So, in the end, we ended up together and I am happy. Not so much anymore, but I want to stay with him forever.
So in short, thanks a shitton, society. Thanks for being homophobic assholes who don't understand areas of gray. Thanks for being judgemental Christians who fail to understand the Bible's purpose and meanings, even the most important lesson of all- LOVE IS PURE. Thanks for being the oppressing zombie mass in my life that I have wanted to kill and slaughter brutally with any means imagineable because I am sick and tired of humanity being corrupt and not giving a damn.
In short, fuck you all. I'm going to be happy for the rest of my existence and there's nothing you can do but get in the way of my steamroller.
For those of you who are merely hiding in society, thanks for being awesome.
OMFG I HTE MY SISTER SO MUCH SHE FUCKIN ALWAYS BLAMING ME FOR
EVERYTHING... IF SHE DOES IT SHE SAYS I DOES IT SHES ALWAYS TRYING TO
MAKE ME LOOK FUCKIN STUPID IN FRONT OF FUCKIN EVERYONE OUR FAMILY MY
FRIENDS EVERYONE I FUCKIN SWEAR AND SHE HAS A PROBLEM SHE ALWAYS MAKES
THESE DUMB SOUNDS AND IT ANNOYS ME THEN SHE JUST STARTS SAYING THAT I
MADE THEM UP ITS ANNOYING AND SHE SNEAKS IN MY ROOM TAKES MY MONEY AND
THEN SHE SAYS SHE DIDNT DO IT WHEN I TRY TO TAKE THE MONEY BACK MY
PARENTS GET ME IN TROUBLE FOR IT I HATEEEEEEEE HER... I NEED SOMETHING
TO GET BACK AT HER CAUSE THIS CANT GO ON.. I SWEAR SHE NEEDS TO FEEL
WAT I FEEL HELP ME CAUSE I FUCKIN SWEAR IM ABOUT TO EXPLODE
I hate my roommate! HAte, hate, hate every bone in her body , every
hair on her head. I hate that fuckin bitch! Unfortunately, I can't
find anyone who will switch with me.
Her cat pisses in the bathtub, she lets her dishes 'marinate' in the
kitchen sink for days (though we have a dishwasher) until flies start
to swarm around them. When I bring up these things she gets immediately
defensive though I approach her politely using many 'I' statements. I
hardly use the kitchen and never put my trash in the trash cans and
she has the gall to ask me to take out the trash when I am hardly
there! Plus she and her bf completely take over the whole fuckin place
when he comes over, I can barely get any bathroom time. I am paying
rent too! I just needed to get that out because I have just been
burning up since yesterday. I hate being at the apartment. I just want
to run away
(continued from last post) So, I hear
it’s for butter. I am still not convinced.Why does butter need its own area?What’s with the cockpit style protective shield?Wait a minute, what about people who buy tub
butter?They are being neglected.
It’s a real
prime real estate too.Things in there must
have a great view of the rest of the fridge.It’s accessibility is top-notch too.You open the door and its right there, the first thing you see.You barely even need to open the door to get
there….but, please.Who in the world
needs butter that quickly?Quick! It’s
an emergency, better get my butter now!!!(I don’t even want to know what it’d be used for in such situation.)
Lastly, and on a related note, what’s with the EGG shaped area?Do people use them?Do people
actually take individual eggs out of the carton to place them there?(Oh, my lord, I actually tried it while
writing this rant, and there are 10 spaces…and there are 12 in the carton.This is total madness.)
