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There was a fucking snake in the Medical Education office I volunteer at. A FUCKING SNAKE. Woman were on chairs and everything. 
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Iaculus
Don't even have to look too far. *hint* *hint*Allen said:
(ceases pimping his contribution to the 'Share your Stuff' forum and shuffles off, head downcast).
On-topic, my 360 is borked, my glasses are more borked, and my anxiety condition's acting up again. Yay.
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Iaculus
Heh - that's the fun bit. Pills I'm on mean I'm off alcohol for the forseeable future.Espy said:
Got any Lilt?
Cajungal
Staff member
My brother is right. Our college truly is "a purple and gold stain between New Orleans and Lafayette where nothing is sacred."
Work had been going really well until today--very pleasant, patient callers. But my God... today it was just a wave of irate procrastinators and submissive parents cowering under their whiny children's thumbs.
Work had been going really well until today--very pleasant, patient callers. But my God... today it was just a wave of irate procrastinators and submissive parents cowering under their whiny children's thumbs.
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Iaculus
Espy said:
aranoid: Eeep?
A few weeks ago, I got fed up with trying to use my landlord's shitty electric can opener. I went to the store and bought a hand crank one, because they refused to acknowledge that theirs was shit.
Just discovered that they threw out the electric can opener, and subsequently found the can opener that I bought (and have been jealously guarding) submerged in soapy water. That is not how you clean a can opener. Furthermore, they wouldn't replace the shitty opener, but as soon as I pick up an opener so I don't have to deal with it, everybody's "all for one and one for all" again?
The thing was only $7, but it's the principle of the thing that ticks me right off.
Oh well. I'm done with this place September 1st. Now it's time to start worrying about finding a new place :|
Just discovered that they threw out the electric can opener, and subsequently found the can opener that I bought (and have been jealously guarding) submerged in soapy water. That is not how you clean a can opener. Furthermore, they wouldn't replace the shitty opener, but as soon as I pick up an opener so I don't have to deal with it, everybody's "all for one and one for all" again?
The thing was only $7, but it's the principle of the thing that ticks me right off.
Oh well. I'm done with this place September 1st. Now it's time to start worrying about finding a new place :|
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Lally
Not sure this qualifies as a rant, but I'm getting really nervous because my "deadline" for finding a job is almost up. If I don't hear back from anyone within two weeks I have to start flipping burgers.
OR I COULD JUST SUE MY SCHOOL
OR I COULD JUST SUE MY SCHOOL
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Mr_Chaz
It's getting more and more tempting by the dayLally said:OR I COULD JUST SUE MY SCHOOL
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kaykordeath
Don't forget to pack your can opener.Rob King said:
... of stealing something you bought for your personal use? With your money? With no intent to share it with them, because they seemed to think that the old broken electric one was perfectly fine?
Sounds to me you can just tell them to shut the fuck up, as they are trying to steal YOUR can opener.
Sounds to me you can just tell them to shut the fuck up, as they are trying to steal YOUR can opener.
keep the receipt and practice your delivery of the line "and that is why you guys can all just go up to your rooms and go fuck yourselves"
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You're right Cajungal, I declare we need a redo of yesterday. It sucked way too much.Cajungal said:
I'm home sck on a keyboard that only reacts to the pressng of the 'I' key like every ffth time. It's the most frustratng thng in the fucking world, to the pont where I won't wrte a blog because 'm too wiped out to hunt down another keyboard to use nstead of ths pece of sht.
Oh, and I liked the blog, Zen. Mine is a silly humor blog, but for some reason it really bothers me when my wife gets busy and doesn't read it for weeks. It's not even her sense of humor, so I get why she might skip it, but it's still bothersome. (Typed twice as fucking slow to include the 'I's.)
Oh, and I liked the blog, Zen. Mine is a silly humor blog, but for some reason it really bothers me when my wife gets busy and doesn't read it for weeks. It's not even her sense of humor, so I get why she might skip it, but it's still bothersome. (Typed twice as fucking slow to include the 'I's.)
I appreciate the extra effort! And yeah, I hear you. You'd like that support even if the person only skims it -- after all, it's still your work.Fun Size said:
In my case I decided to apply the guilt trip techniques that my mother has been using on me my whole life -- turnabout's fair play, right? -- so now I think she will likely check it out.
Incoming "get a blog" post.
As those of you who actually, you know, read my crap, might remember, I posted a hile ago that my ex had seemingly disappeared off the surface of the earth for a while now. I was the only one around uni who had her home number, called her, and she said she'd get more active, but nothing more came from it.
Understandably, I, and some friends, were somewhat worried. While her friends don't know anywhere near the full score, after all, the last time I saw her she was cutting herself, talking of suicide, and so on.
Anyway, I called her again, today, finally, and discovered the reason she'd been incommunicado for the past almost-three-months. Apparently, she was pregnant...with my baby. Huh. She had a miscarriage two days ago, and was just considering calling me up, but she was putting it off.
Now...GAH!
....GHAH!!
Honestly, I'm emotionally slightly frazzled right now. She admits that it might have been of either me or the guy she was technically dating at the time, but with him she was careful, and with me, she was drunk (true, but I wasn't that drunk - we used a condom, dammit. And even so, I didn't come anywhere near where babies come from. Unless they grow on the teat these days.) But, well, I suppose it's technically possible, what with hands and such being wherever. Anyway, I'm willing to believe her (though I'm having a hard time of it ) that it was mine.
Why didn't she tell me?! She was planning on keeping it if she could've, so she told me...So why not bloody TELL ME?! I mean, I honestly don't know hopw I'd have reacted at the time, but.... Gah. "I'm pregnant and it's yours" would've been a pretty crappy thing to hear from my almost-a-year ex (now over a year, not at the time). Still, I'd have wanted to know! Instead, locking yourself in, keeping it secret from everyone (her mother doesn't know, and she's cut herself off from all her other friends for the moment. She may have told someone in her home town, but she doesn't have any real friends there, hardly acquaintances), isn't the best way to deal with this sort of thing.
Now, I'm emotionally hit by a) having impregnated her AND b) having lost what may have come from it in one go.
I'm in complete
mode for the moment. I'm not angry with her, I'm not mad, I'm not sad, really, I'm...confused as all hell. And frustrated. And...something. I dunno.
As those of you who actually, you know, read my crap, might remember, I posted a hile ago that my ex had seemingly disappeared off the surface of the earth for a while now. I was the only one around uni who had her home number, called her, and she said she'd get more active, but nothing more came from it.
Understandably, I, and some friends, were somewhat worried. While her friends don't know anywhere near the full score, after all, the last time I saw her she was cutting herself, talking of suicide, and so on.
Anyway, I called her again, today, finally, and discovered the reason she'd been incommunicado for the past almost-three-months. Apparently, she was pregnant...with my baby. Huh. She had a miscarriage two days ago, and was just considering calling me up, but she was putting it off.
Now...GAH!
....GHAH!!
Honestly, I'm emotionally slightly frazzled right now. She admits that it might have been of either me or the guy she was technically dating at the time, but with him she was careful, and with me, she was drunk (true, but I wasn't that drunk - we used a condom, dammit. And even so, I didn't come anywhere near where babies come from. Unless they grow on the teat these days.) But, well, I suppose it's technically possible, what with hands and such being wherever. Anyway, I'm willing to believe her (though I'm having a hard time of it ) that it was mine.
Why didn't she tell me?! She was planning on keeping it if she could've, so she told me...So why not bloody TELL ME?! I mean, I honestly don't know hopw I'd have reacted at the time, but.... Gah. "I'm pregnant and it's yours" would've been a pretty crappy thing to hear from my almost-a-year ex (now over a year, not at the time). Still, I'd have wanted to know! Instead, locking yourself in, keeping it secret from everyone (her mother doesn't know, and she's cut herself off from all her other friends for the moment. She may have told someone in her home town, but she doesn't have any real friends there, hardly acquaintances), isn't the best way to deal with this sort of thing.
Now, I'm emotionally hit by a) having impregnated her AND b) having lost what may have come from it in one go.
I'm in complete
mode for the moment. I'm not angry with her, I'm not mad, I'm not sad, really, I'm...confused as all hell. And frustrated. And...something. I dunno.Well, I dunno. I mean, she says she's pretty sure it wasn't the other guy, for similar reasons. And, well, I don't know, I wasn't there, was I? I know what we did - while the risk would've been small, I do acknowledge that there was some risk. So...Eh. Doesn't actually matter now, though, does it?
Thanks.
It's odd. When we broke up and throughout most of the last year, I've reacted to almost every negative emotional stimulus in the same (bad) way - being frustrated and angry with myself. Don't think I've been sad or whatever in almost a year, just angry and depressed. Now, I'm not that, either. Just confused about what the heck I'm *supposed* to be feeling. I just don't know.
It's odd. When we broke up and throughout most of the last year, I've reacted to almost every negative emotional stimulus in the same (bad) way - being frustrated and angry with myself. Don't think I've been sad or whatever in almost a year, just angry and depressed. Now, I'm not that, either. Just confused about what the heck I'm *supposed* to be feeling. I just don't know.
Wait...what? How are you meant to have impregnated her then?Bubble181 said:
I'm sorry, I'm sure this was a horrible thing to hear (true OR not!) but she was having actual intercourse with one guy and not with you, but you're the father of the baby she supposedly miscarried? My BS meter is pinging like crazy.
We did have intercourse. I meant "come" in the other sense. I suppose I should've specified. We had intercourse, with condom. I ejaculated over her breasts, and, well, what with my hands and hers going from place to place and all that, it's quite possible to have impregnated her, either with forefluid (or whatever it's called in english, my language skills are suffering) while in her, or by transferal of fluids afterward. As in, grab sperm-covered breast, finger her, bingo. I'm not sure what, exactly, she's done with the other guy, of course.ZenMonkey said:
I would be really, really careful before taking this girl at her word. The very fact that she does have no way to know whose baby it was (assuming there was one) yet still told you it was yours, especially given that she has emotional problems, absolutely reeks of manipulation.
Well, yes. That she's manipulative and I'm, unfortunately, still putty in her hands, has been something quite obvious for some time now. I'm aware that I need to stop being gentle and trying to be noble and all that, and grow a spine. Doesn't help much, unfortunately. I'm a slow learner in this sort of things, apparently.
But hey, I managed to not get in a relationship with that other girl I was sort of seeing back in June, when I realised she was about jsut as bad as this one, so...eh, yeah, that doesn't lead anywhere.
But hey, I managed to not get in a relationship with that other girl I was sort of seeing back in June, when I realised she was about jsut as bad as this one, so...eh, yeah, that doesn't lead anywhere.
I'm saying don't automatically believe what she says is true. You can be putty if you want but despite your clarification, my BS meter is still in the red.
Well, yes, I, as well, am somewhat skeptic. As in, I don't want to believe it, and I don't...really...Well, I don't know. I've always trusted her, and I'm a pretty trusting person. Not just with her, in general. I always seem cynical, and I do assume I'll get burned, but I still place my trust in lots of places I shouldn't. Her, amongst others. What makes it sort of crappy (well, even further) is that I met her and started dating her shortly after she had a miscarriage from her previous boyfriend - who ditched her on the spot, didn't want anything to do with it, and so forth, when she got pregnant, and didn't care what happened - as for him, she should've gotten an abortion, and the miscarriage just was a handy way of not having to spend money on the doctor. I was the sensitive, caring one who helped her though that emotionally painful time and so on and so on - now turning on her nad saying pretty much the same would really hurt me - it'd be basically betraying myself. Or something. I dunno, sometimes I think I try to be lawful good in real life and end up lawful stupid. I have a bad tendency of trusting people who've betrayed me, and of sticking to my word even if I know the other guy won't. A bad habbit for one who doesn't believe in karma, I guess.
EDIT: I need to learn to fucking read better.
The woman had a miscarriage.AshburnerX said:
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