I just want to say thank you for being so incredibly supportive and encouraging. For teaching me in the most straightforward way that money is everything. For measuring individual worth and job satisfaction in terms of salary.
And to you, for being a fucked up moronic brat, I hope you die.
posted by beautiful at 6:13 am
Dumb fuck ass money faced shits!!!!
posted by beautiful at 6:11 am
Fucking money faced shits. PISS OFF.
posted by beautiful at 6:11 am
When people think they know me more than I know myself. When they step on my shoes. When a friend is not
really a friend. When I am awakened by a pointless phone call. When they don't look where they're going, or worse, block the entire path to play catch-up with an estranged friend. When parents can't discipline their children. When I'm being manipulated. When people assume too much. When loving becomes too much to ask.
I'm trying to crack the code, find out what makes humanity tick. Find out how I can avoid ticking, or being ticked off.
Mever make the mistake of holding yourself back just because you think you're satisfied with the way things are. But it's become a habit; not wanting to be involved, not wanting to be where I'm not comfortable. Avoidant, but so what?
I'll open up, but only when it's worth it.
posted by beautiful at 4:21 am
All cards on the table: Spain, my guilty secret, is out of the Euro cup. Boy am I disappointed, but at least it saves me the predictability of rooting for the perennial champion. Although Spain messing up all the big matches she ever plays is getting a bit predictable.
Anyway I am getting major obsessed with technology. Like for instance, why am I so darn bad with computers? Why do I not understand simple language like Add/Remove Windows Components... but have relative ease with Jane Austen? My Calculator is gone, my Minesweeper is gone, my beloved Microsoft Office is gone - and none of it is a result of any conscious action on my part. Maybe I'm the retard here.
Then there's Samsung mobile technology that is equally baffling, but even more frustrating. Imagine that you've already screwed up the computer, and you want to send an angry, bitchy text message to a friend to share the grief. You intend to use the words 'pissed', 'fuck' and 'damn', but the dictionary fails you and delivers 'ripped', 'sipped', 'duck' and 'econ' instead. That's what happened to me. Either my mobile is telling me to stop cussing or I'm just going out of my mind - anyhow here's a plan: let's grab this mad bitch by the horns and shove it up the asses of those genius brains who are making money out of these crap products they've manipulated us into needing.
Sounds mighty fine to me.
posted by beautiful at 1:51 am
