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Dhampir

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Excuse me,

 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

MOTHERFUCKINGGODDAMNBITCHASSSHIT!

FUCK! DAMN! BITCH! FUCK! SHIT!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

 

That is all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I will elaborate later.

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That must have been a relief...whew!

 

hehehe :) (I had the same reaction when I say that creepy DeLay's mug shot last month on the news.)

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:twitch:

 

Dare we assume there's something bothering you...?

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What is bothering you?

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Is it that arsehole, afro-saxon, looking for fisticuffs once again Dhamphir?

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Is it that arsehole, afro-saxon, looking for fisticuffs once again Dhamphir?
Fuck that fuckin' faggot. He's nothing. I haven't seen him for about 2 months now.

 

I'm in a relatively benign mood right now, so I don't quite feel like elaborating. Perhaps after work monday.

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Do I need to beat someone up for you? :)

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Dh..

 

Agony or orgasm?

 

Thats one serious sounding ARRrrGGHHhhh!

Kinda like whacking one's 'nards with a hammer, or so I've been told..

 

kL

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Y'all mu'fuckers want to know what's pissin' me off? Well, I'm in a suitably onery state of mind, so I'll tell you.

 

I live in a space -I said space- smaller than Hammer's walk-in closet. I'm talkin' post-bankruptcy Hammer here. Less than half the size of the room I lived in growing up, and as such holds less than half my possessions. It has one outlet, to which I have attached a refridgerator, a television, a game console, and a bunch of smaller appliances. In early autumn, if you even think about turning the heater on, the shit is sweltering, yet, in a genuine freeze, such as recently, turning it to it's highest setting is like lighting a match in the fucking arctic. And yet, I still wake up sweating under my blankets, which doesn't help when I come from under them to the freezing room.

 

I share 2 bathrooms and one shower with any number of other grown-ass men, who don't bother *ever* to try to clean the damn shower. In over a year (btw, I've been there over a year), I am the only person who's ever, ever washed the fucker, and in recent months, I have allowed it to become very groady, in part because I shouldn't be the sole shoulderer of that burden, and in part because I kept thinking I wasn't long for the place.

 

Which brings me to another point. I can't count the number of places I have tried to get into since this time last year, which I was unable to make, for various reasons: The income floor, which I am below a lot of the time. Or I heistated too long or was required to construct and utilize a time machine just to get my application in soon enough (how is it possible, that the day I read an ad, and put in the call, in the morning mind you, that the fucking place is already rented?), which of course didn't happen. Or it didn't come with utilities, and I can't afford any place that doesn't pay for heat.

 

Por ejemplo: most recently I tried to answer an ad for a month from this real-estate guy who I just could not reach. I finally talked to him, and he showed me the place, and gave me the app. I had to call his office for a week and a half to ask a question or two concerning the app., when finally one of the dudes gave me his home #. I called, and he told me the owner had just rented to someone else. "But thanks for your interest". Fuck you.

 

And why the hell do two separate goddamn posts keep getting joined together!?

 

I work a dead-end job that I can't afford to try to quit (explanation later). And you'd think, by the nature of the job itself, that it would pay much more (I service medical equipment). And shit, I've seen the invoices; my bosses are making a killing, and I'm making... not quite 8 bucks an hour. After a year. And two, count 'em, 2 raises. And recently, I think the payroll nazi (who is also the VP) has been screwing the shit out of me, but I just can't prove it because I have been absent quite a lot lately due to medical reasons. I'd try to quit, but the only higher paying jobs 'round here are pure monotany, and I have quit a high paying job in the past because I fell asleep all the time. At the very least, the very least, I do something challenging but which also allows me time to daydream.

 

Also, I got medical problems. Fairly decent insurance at work which is why I can't quit now. I got acid reflux, and I'm on meds for it. Gotta change my diet, although once I finally get rid of it, it'll probably recur a few months/years down the line.

 

I got kidney problems. Need surgery. Soon. Gotta change my diet, although by the nature of my problem, it will recur sometime down the line.

 

I'm black. Which means I probably will be hypertensive in the next 5-10 years, even though I am relatively in shape. Should probably change my diet now, though the damage is probably done.

 

With all the fuckin' diet changes, It will be a bona fide miracle if my diet doesn't end up consisting purely of pea soup and Ensure boxes, or some shit like that.

 

And again, why the hell do two separate goddamn posts keep getting joined together!?

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Thanks Dhampir for letting us mu'fuckers know what's pissin' ya off! I'd be pissed too and I think you are actually taking it quite well under the circumstances.

What a bunch of shit to deal with!!!

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And again, why the hell do two separate goddamn posts keep getting joined together!?

It's a new board feature. Instead of posting consecutive posts in a thread, it will combine them.

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I'd be pissed too. I worked at loser jobs before and I don't know if the crappy (nonexistent) wages pissed me off more than the overbearing, overpaid obnoxious "bosses." And like you, more than annoying apartment hovels.

 

Well earned rant, man. Thank god (or whatever) you've got some health insurance.

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dhampir, all man, you really have some shit going on in life, dude. good thing, you didn't live in new orleans with me, or your problems would've rosed up immensely. i can't offer any good advice, hell, i've been looking for someone over the past four months to enlighten me on which way was up. i can say that in your situation, it sucks to live with other people who will not share the responsibilty of keepin the bathroom decent. maybe you post signs in the bathroom, or something. it doesn't sound like the bad ass way to do things, but this is something to do instead of busting someone in the face, and creating a whole new lists of problems.

 

the company you work for are screwing you, but that's what companies do. if we don't own the means of production, we will be given pennies off of the 3$. that's how they operate, and it's up to us to attempt to change the field.

 

whenever you can get the surgery you need, not the skin discoloration kind, but the kidney surgery. i need you around this place, and i am pulling for you. i know you are very intelligent guy,and you will change the game in your favor.

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Well earned rant, man.
You'd think that, 'cept I wasn't done. I just ran out of time yesterday.

 

*Rant Part 2*

 

I gotta ride a bike, literally up hill both ways to get to work and home. I'll let you puzzle out the physics of that, but I assure you it is neither impossible, nor am I exaggerating. Wouldn't be so much of a problem, if I didn't live on the outskirts of the city, and have to dodge a bunch of fuckin' idiots in escalades everyday to cross an up-ramp. I have no social life, nor the time to acquire one. This is literally my fuckin' day: get up, go to work, work, come to the library, go home, eat, bathe, go to sleep, repeat.

 

At least 2 days out of every week, I gotta actually fight the urge to just get up, and walk out of work, brutalizing anyone who dares to touch me in an attempt to calm me. Some nights, I actually have to fight the urge to get up, and walk out, brutalizing walls and doors and random people for no good reason as I make my way to... who the fuck knows.

 

I noticed a recession... upstairs... if you catch my drift.

 

My only goal is to get a reasonably decent place, large enough to contain my amassments of the last few years, and even though I'm a packrat to the nth degree, that's not a whole lot. I want a warm fucking room, I want to stop knowing people poorer than me that live better, and I want cable and a fairly decent computer, with internet access. To porn.

 

I tell people I want to go back to school. For a short time, I did, but I can't even accomplish the aforementioned goal. I don't really want to go back to school. I want the shortest short term goals possible.

 

A friend of mine died recently.

 

A friend of mine died recently, and his friends ransacked his room and probably took a piece of writing of mine that will probably come back to haunt me, in any of a dozen ways. Don't mean to sound like I care more about that than him, but still.

 

Iraq. The Tsunami. Bird flu. etc. etc.

 

There's more. There will always be more till I die.

 

I'm not the 'why me' or the 'woe is me' type by a long shot. I don't curse the gods I don't believe in, or blind, uncaring fate or whatever. And shit, I know some have read this and thought: "That's all? What about Iraq, and the tsunami?" And fortunehooks lost damn near everything in katrina, and although I like to call him my manz an' 'em, I really didn't lift so much as a finger to help him, although I did want to give blood to help those victims, but I didn't, and as Ned Flanders once said 'You can't live in good intentions' or some shit like that.

 

Top it all off with being depressed to the tune of wanting to literally peel my skull back like a grape since way before I had all this shit going on, and it's probably no wonder I got so many damn health problems.

 

I can't be comforted. But I can get to the point where even my abnormal stoicism fails. That is the reason for the screams.

 

I guess it could always be worse though.

*Rant off*

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