I think it's that big round head... may be putting them off!!!
And I say I feel a whole lot fucking better today.
TY2 those whom apply.
=)
Fuck!
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samtzu
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The lack of organization in the place is astounding... and yet they sold over a billion dollars in just aftermarket parts last year... and I get paid peanuts...
fuck...
fuck...
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I think it would be fair to say that that goes without saying. I actually like the term Burner. But when I hear it said outloud, I think about Dennis Hopper on that ship and the portrait of the captain of the Valdez he had in his cabin. Just too funny.Zulegoona wrote:I'd still fucking rather be called a Burner than someone who participates with BM,... scat fetishes really gross me out.
Fucking camp... plain and simple.
Been there, done that Guini....
FUCK!
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Rian Jackson
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Ah, been plunkin' on the Stratocaster for many a year. That's one goddamned instrument that some days just refuses to be played. I think all string instruments are like this especially, but no matter what your 'art', some days it just doesn't happen...Rian Jackson wrote:fuck. i've been inspirated (not to be confused with aspirated!) for days now. it seems to have run out. i went to make art and it just... wasn't.. there...
fuck. i hate the let down.
Think of it this way though: when it does happen, REVEL IN IT and ENJOY THE FUCK OUT OF WHAT YOU'RE DOING. And when it doesn't happen, have faith in it's return. Muses are like that, aren't they?
Oh, and fuck.
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Sandwichman
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It is not even restricted to music. I need to write three pieces around 150 words each for next Thursday and have no idea. The words are not in my head like the have been for the past months. I know eventually the words will traverse their way through my fingers but until then I sit frustrated with a keyboard that misses my touch.Sensei wrote:Ah, been plunkin' on the Stratocaster for many a year. That's one goddamned instrument that some days just refuses to be played. I think all string instruments are like this especially, but no matter what your 'art', some days it just doesn't happen...Rian Jackson wrote:fuck. i've been inspirated (not to be confused with aspirated!) for days now. it seems to have run out. i went to make art and it just... wasn't.. there...
fuck. i hate the let down.
Think of it this way though: when it does happen, REVEL IN IT and ENJOY THE FUCK OUT OF WHAT YOU'RE DOING. And when it doesn't happen, have faith in it's return. Muses are like that, aren't they?
Oh, and fuck.
Jason
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Rian Jackson
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i get that with my weekly playwriting 'homework'.
sometimes it just don't come.
the camera must sit dormant for a few hours after having let me down yesterday, but the music is flowing - one new piece and, perhaps, the missing bits from something i started to write months ago. hooray!
oops. fuck.
sometimes it just don't come.
the camera must sit dormant for a few hours after having let me down yesterday, but the music is flowing - one new piece and, perhaps, the missing bits from something i started to write months ago. hooray!
oops. fuck.
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Rian Jackson
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fuck. why is it that now that we're in a new space everyone thinks they need to 'entertain me'? (CoWorkerLurker, this is about everyone BUT you. you're special).
Every fucking day for the last 2 months someone hasasked me if i get 'lonely' without the constant foot traffic. i stare at them and tell them the godshonest truth: no. But not the whole truth. that would be un-pc of me.
So they already think this is odd. But then to entertain themselves they come up and say 'so how are ya?' and stand around waiting until i either say something unusual and long winded or stare at them long enough. they want me to tell them juicy stories from my life, or something. maybe they think i'm more interesting than i am.
they'll stand here for minutes. all i want to do is go back to the eplaya. i've tried to be rude, i've tried to be patient. i've tried silence and conversation. nothing gets rid of them! what the fuck? since when did i become the babysitter and the clown, the television and the servant?
IT IS NOT MY JOB TO ENTERTAIN YOU WHEN YOU ARE BORED WITH YOURS!!!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
god, i've got a fuckin' hangover now. get me outta this hell.
Every fucking day for the last 2 months someone hasasked me if i get 'lonely' without the constant foot traffic. i stare at them and tell them the godshonest truth: no. But not the whole truth. that would be un-pc of me.
So they already think this is odd. But then to entertain themselves they come up and say 'so how are ya?' and stand around waiting until i either say something unusual and long winded or stare at them long enough. they want me to tell them juicy stories from my life, or something. maybe they think i'm more interesting than i am.
they'll stand here for minutes. all i want to do is go back to the eplaya. i've tried to be rude, i've tried to be patient. i've tried silence and conversation. nothing gets rid of them! what the fuck? since when did i become the babysitter and the clown, the television and the servant?
IT IS NOT MY JOB TO ENTERTAIN YOU WHEN YOU ARE BORED WITH YOURS!!!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
god, i've got a fuckin' hangover now. get me outta this hell.
surlier than thou
I just don't fucking acknowledge the shit. There is something so peaceful in completely ignoring some fuck,,, they get it eventually. When they do get it, and it is somebody I give two shit's about, then I kindly explain that their small talk inquiries just don't do it for me; give me some substance.Rian Jackson wrote:fuck. why is it that now that we're in a new space everyone thinks they need to 'entertain me'? (CoWorkerLurker, this is about everyone BUT you. you're special).
Every fucking day for the last 2 months someone hasasked me if i get 'lonely' without the constant foot traffic. i stare at them and tell them the godshonest truth: no. But not the whole truth. that would be un-pc of me.
So they already think this is odd. But then to entertain themselves they come up and say 'so how are ya?' and stand around waiting until i either say something unusual and long winded or stare at them long enough. they want me to tell them juicy stories from my life, or something. maybe they think i'm more interesting than i am.
they'll stand here for minutes. all i want to do is go back to the eplaya. i've tried to be rude, i've tried to be patient. i've tried silence and conversation. nothing gets rid of them! what the fuck? since when did i become the babysitter and the clown, the television and the servant?
IT IS NOT MY JOB TO ENTERTAIN YOU WHEN YOU ARE BORED WITH YOURS!!!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
god, i've got a fuckin' hangover now. get me outta this hell.
So, Rian, how are ya doing?
Kidding...
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Rian Jackson
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i think it's the captive audience bit that bugs me.
similarly, people on the street: at lunch this guy comes up to me and asks what country i'm from.
'um... here..'
no, ethnically.
this once would have been a simple question. not so since my father started studying our geneology.
most recently scandinavia.
he unzips his coat to show me his shirt with scandinavian flags on it, and tells me that his wife was swedish. he comments on my 'long blond hair' (which is actually barely shoulder length and kind of brown red nothing coloured).
he tells me to stand up. he opens his wallet. he shows me a half inch stack of hundred dollar bills. i tell him he shouldn't walk around with that kind of cash. i should have asked for some.
he begins to lecture me on god knows what.
i tell him i'm going to start reading now, thankyouverymuch.
at least he wasn't talking about fucking squirrels.
oh, and bullD, i'm feeling verbose. how are you?
similarly, people on the street: at lunch this guy comes up to me and asks what country i'm from.
'um... here..'
no, ethnically.
this once would have been a simple question. not so since my father started studying our geneology.
most recently scandinavia.
he unzips his coat to show me his shirt with scandinavian flags on it, and tells me that his wife was swedish. he comments on my 'long blond hair' (which is actually barely shoulder length and kind of brown red nothing coloured).
he tells me to stand up. he opens his wallet. he shows me a half inch stack of hundred dollar bills. i tell him he shouldn't walk around with that kind of cash. i should have asked for some.
he begins to lecture me on god knows what.
i tell him i'm going to start reading now, thankyouverymuch.
at least he wasn't talking about fucking squirrels.
oh, and bullD, i'm feeling verbose. how are you?
surlier than thou
so, was he, the Scandanavian, soliciting you for sex? If so, what a fucking whackjob loser! I suppose, and beleive me I am looking for the positive from this heinous encroachment of your peace of mind and fucking space, that this could be viewed as a compliment, sort of...
My dear, this calls for drastic measures; start drooling, look at the fuck cross eyed, then bolt after the first pigeon you see. Then promptly return to business as usual, your good book for instance, while pretending to pick feathers from your teeth.
Me, I 'm preparing to get myself to work which has me feeling a bit ambivalent. Other than that, I'm doing fukin great! Thanks for asking.
My dear, this calls for drastic measures; start drooling, look at the fuck cross eyed, then bolt after the first pigeon you see. Then promptly return to business as usual, your good book for instance, while pretending to pick feathers from your teeth.
Me, I 'm preparing to get myself to work which has me feeling a bit ambivalent. Other than that, I'm doing fukin great! Thanks for asking.
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Rian Jackson
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Good plan! I actually don't mind the crazies so much. They're more interesting than the co-worker attention.
on another note, FUCK!!
my __________ (insert term of choice here, see semantics thread) just called to ask what we're doing on new year's. (Guin, what time is the show? How much? Do i need tickets?) He told me about a shindig some burner buds of ours are having. And wanted to figure out what time we're doing what.
I CANNOT schedule crap a month in advance. Last time i tried that i forgot my friend's bat mitzvah. i still feel bad about it. that was over a decade ago.
In fact, i can't even tell you what i'm doing tonight. Or tomorrow. Maybe i'm just fucking non-committal. Maybe i've taken my mantra of not making 10-year plans too far.
i don't think i'll get to see much of him this month. which makes me fuckin' sad as hell. and i did tell him we could make hang out dates here and there. but WTF?? i just don't work that way.
I told him that if he works too much for the sake of being a workaholic, and gets wiggy and sleep deprived and makes me flip out then i'm taking a time out. must not allow partner/love-air/SO's manicness to upset own equilibrium. because then, as we've discovered, it's an endless, ruthless cycle. one of us supports the other while the other freaks out, then the tables turn.
dear lawd, i'm getting a nasty headache.
on another note, FUCK!!
my __________ (insert term of choice here, see semantics thread) just called to ask what we're doing on new year's. (Guin, what time is the show? How much? Do i need tickets?) He told me about a shindig some burner buds of ours are having. And wanted to figure out what time we're doing what.
I CANNOT schedule crap a month in advance. Last time i tried that i forgot my friend's bat mitzvah. i still feel bad about it. that was over a decade ago.
In fact, i can't even tell you what i'm doing tonight. Or tomorrow. Maybe i'm just fucking non-committal. Maybe i've taken my mantra of not making 10-year plans too far.
i don't think i'll get to see much of him this month. which makes me fuckin' sad as hell. and i did tell him we could make hang out dates here and there. but WTF?? i just don't work that way.
I told him that if he works too much for the sake of being a workaholic, and gets wiggy and sleep deprived and makes me flip out then i'm taking a time out. must not allow partner/love-air/SO's manicness to upset own equilibrium. because then, as we've discovered, it's an endless, ruthless cycle. one of us supports the other while the other freaks out, then the tables turn.
dear lawd, i'm getting a nasty headache.
surlier than thou
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Rian Jackson
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oh - he wasn't scandinavian. he didn't ask for sex. and, being at work today, i'm dressed conservatively, so...?bullD wrote:so, was he, the Scandanavian, soliciting you for sex? If so, what a fucking whackjob loser! I suppose, and beleive me I am looking for the positive from this heinous encroachment of your peace of mind and fucking space, that this could be viewed as a compliment, sort of...
My dear, this calls for drastic measures; start drooling, look at the fuck cross eyed, then bolt after the first pigeon you see. Then promptly return to business as usual, your good book for instance, while pretending to pick feathers from your teeth.
Me, I 'm preparing to get myself to work which has me feeling a bit ambivalent. Other than that, I'm doing fukin great! Thanks for asking.
maybe i was on candid camera. i saw these people with a big video cam. i swear they were following me.
surlier than thou
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Lydia Love
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Fuck! Fucking Fuck it all up the fucking ass!
I had understood that the divorce papers would be filed. In October I was told they'd be filed "within a couple of days" and from then it would be 90 days until I was divorced.
I thought the clock was ticking down and that some time in January I'd be getting a slightly belated Christmas gift. Some papers to sign and make it fucking final!
They haven't been fucking filed! So now it's sometime in the *next* couple of days again and then I'll be on the fucking timer.
Oh god, fuck. I just want this to be over with. I just want it done and taken care of. There's nothing, NO. THING. I can do right now to get any of this shit taken care of or expedited in any way. The settlement of the debts are all awaiting shit that he needs to fucking do and we are talking about a world class procrasitnator and olympic fucking passive aggressive competitor here... The more emotionally charged the task the more likely it is to NEVER fucking happen.
And now to find out that everyone has been fucking procrastinating. FUCK! I want OUT!
FUCK!
I had understood that the divorce papers would be filed. In October I was told they'd be filed "within a couple of days" and from then it would be 90 days until I was divorced.
I thought the clock was ticking down and that some time in January I'd be getting a slightly belated Christmas gift. Some papers to sign and make it fucking final!
They haven't been fucking filed! So now it's sometime in the *next* couple of days again and then I'll be on the fucking timer.
Oh god, fuck. I just want this to be over with. I just want it done and taken care of. There's nothing, NO. THING. I can do right now to get any of this shit taken care of or expedited in any way. The settlement of the debts are all awaiting shit that he needs to fucking do and we are talking about a world class procrasitnator and olympic fucking passive aggressive competitor here... The more emotionally charged the task the more likely it is to NEVER fucking happen.
And now to find out that everyone has been fucking procrastinating. FUCK! I want OUT!
FUCK!
It's all about the squirrels.
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Rian Jackson
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hi there. I'm a new growth. lol. beware I spread like cancer. Thought this thread was pretty hysterical just for existing. I lost my virginity this year. So glad BM wasn't gentle with me. lol. Anyway, just wanted to introduce myself.
LydiaLove, I can sympathize, my divorce was only just finalized in june after what seemed like an eternity and a horrible whirlwind of emotions and memory. what was supposed to take 2 months, took the better part of a year. Still pretty pissed about it to.
k, so before I forget...
FUCKITY FUCK!!!!!!
LydiaLove, I can sympathize, my divorce was only just finalized in june after what seemed like an eternity and a horrible whirlwind of emotions and memory. what was supposed to take 2 months, took the better part of a year. Still pretty pissed about it to.
k, so before I forget...
FUCKITY FUCK!!!!!!
Do you have to open graves to find girls to fall in love with?
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AntiM
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Oh Lydia, that IS fucking hard, you have every right to be upset. Evil fucking bastard.
I can relate as my fucking ex-bastard swore he'd stay married to me forever just to make me miserable; I had to have the Navy lean on him to get him to sign the papers and then I had to fly from Japan to Cali to file the fuckers myself.
Fucking bastards.
(Although my Larry visits my ex-bastard's family whenever he passes through their town, funny, they prefer him to their own nephew.)
I can relate as my fucking ex-bastard swore he'd stay married to me forever just to make me miserable; I had to have the Navy lean on him to get him to sign the papers and then I had to fly from Japan to Cali to file the fuckers myself.
Fucking bastards.
(Although my Larry visits my ex-bastard's family whenever he passes through their town, funny, they prefer him to their own nephew.)
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helitack
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Fuck, sometimes I hate being part of a fucking USGov agency, fucking GS-13's and 15's. If they spend so much time in DC, how do they know what the fuck my visitors want, need, and what the fucks going on, on the ground, right fucking here! End of rant, I think. I need a big fucking drink when I get off. And a foot rub or give one. Fuck!
Actively helping President Trump build the wall
Winning hearts and minds in lovely TexMexistan...
Winning hearts and minds in lovely TexMexistan...