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This is a bunch of BULL SHIT, Think Ill just put my pants back on & go home..
from whats been written I sure am glad that a couple of you are not pissed off at me..
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Joined: 1/22/2013
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sprite wrote:*blows whistle* read the rules! 10 yard penalty and a stern talking to for allowing cuteness in the rage cage! you have been warned hashtag i've got my eye on you, troublemaker  Rules shmules Would I be forgiven if i'd been viciously attacked by that little fur ball moments after the photo? 
"Silence and solitude envelopes all; into her eyes, I slip and fall."
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Rank: Her Royal Spriteness
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lizzy94 wrote:Rules shmules Would I be forgiven if i'd been viciously attacked by that little fur ball moments after the photo? only if you raged about it properly afterwards, although, you should probably go get that wound looked at first. besides, it's going to make it hell to post with only one hand hashtag keeping it real *giggle*
 Blondie's been itching to share another adventure sometime soon...
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Why can't I just fucking die right now?
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Rank: Story Verifier
Joined: 1/22/2013
Posts: 972
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sprite wrote:
only if you raged about it properly afterwards, although, you should probably go get that wound looked at first. besides, it's going to make it hell to post with only one hand hashtag keeping it real *giggle*
Don't you bloody start as well! Get enough of that hashtag shit at college :) (whispers) Don't tell anyone but I'm getting really good at typing with one hand lol
"Silence and solitude envelopes all; into her eyes, I slip and fall."
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Joined: 1/6/2012
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Here is a fucking reminder of the rules.
sprite wrote:Ok, LMB needed a thread to just rage. Here's the rules.
1) No directing your rage at other members - this is not UFC (sorry, Doll, but it's not!).
2) No directing your rage at the site. Nicola and the mods do an amazing job here and work hard at making it this wonderful and if you don't like it, leave. This is for stuff outside the site. Stuff that you just need to vent about.
3) let it all out about the little things or the big things. That ass who took your parking spot, getting the pink slip, being sick, getting dumped, all of it, just let it go here.
4) You are not allowed to tell anyone not to be angry, to calm down. We feel how we feel. Do not try to reason with the the rage. It needs to be let loose.
5) Don't censor yourself. Let it all out.
6) Be respectful of other peoples rage. Being bitchy in public is scary. Don't belittle anyone. Ok, have fun. :)
(Unrelated rant) Knobheady buggery bollocks to it all (I do feel a bit better though). Get on a bandwagon and fucking stay on it, but I won't be fucking joining you, so fuck off!
Ut incepit fidelis, sic permanet.
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Alright alright, so I'm shit at playing by the rules, what else is new.  Ok, how about this... So I'm not going to post the photo, because he is quite cute looking, but he's a little SOD!This little bugger: http://www.lushstories.com/lizzy94/images/58Thought it would be great fun to have a rummage around my room whilst I was a college yesterday and TEAR THE SHIT out of my entire underwear collection! I had some tasty sets in there (pun intended) and I came home to find pieces of them all over my fucking room! I'm still missing a bra, fuck knows what happened to that??? 
"Silence and solitude envelopes all; into her eyes, I slip and fall."
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Joined: 9/25/2009
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Fuck life.
Not only is that a great hookup website name but its how I feel. Fuck this life of mine, i really fucking hate it sometimes. Not in the way that I'm going to slash my wrists, swallow a bottle of pills, and listen to some depressing shitty music, but in the way that you fucking hate somebody in your life, but you're stuck with them because you love them. So fuck me, fuck this life I have, and fuck everything. Fuck!
You know why I didn't just say 'fuck my life'? Because those three words were fucking stolen by a bunch of rich tards from the whitebread suburbs that have nothing better to do than bitch about shit on twitter and tag it with FML. That's what legitimate gripes got reduced to: "OMG, I like so didn't expect that cute guy to take me to Applebees and the five-dollar cinema after I got soooo dressed up and stuff! FML" Fuck you for that trend. It's like "first world problems: the acronym". Go get some perspective, Caitlyn, or Hunter, or whatever the fuck your name is, there beside your "trying so hard to be clever" twitter handle.
How did this become rage against twitter? I fucking love twitter, I just hate half or more of the fuckers on twitter. Where was I? Oh ya...
Fuck life.
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Fuckety FUCK FUCK,  Why didn't you trust your instincts?  If somebody shows you who they are, believe them the FIRST time, even if you Don't WANT to believe it! And YOU thank you for nothing, you fucking FUCK We ALL have feelings you know, I must be fucking mad to even bother.. (please excuse my language but it was totally warranted) 
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It pmo when I see a topic with a 1000 views and only ten replies.
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Get a life!!!!
Σοφία
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You know, here's the fucking problem with love- you can't control it. You can't control what you want, or who you want.
Oh sure, you can pretend you do. You can pretend that everything you desire in a partner is your own goddamn idea, and how smart you are, pretty girl, for figuring out what you want and going after it, and fuck everyone else who thinks its a bad idea, because this is what you want, right? That's the independent woman spirit, right?
Fuck that charade, it's all an illusion, this notion that we have power over our own desires, and ultimately, over our own fate. We don't control shit. And in that way, we're no better off than the girls in the old world who still have their marriages arranged for them. At least there's some transparency in that scenario, since both parties are equally powerless. And honestly, what's more powerful, parental authority or emotions? Answer: Parents kill their kids for insolence a lot less often than people become overwhelmed and kill themselves. The arranged marriage folks get off fucking light here; congratulations to you.
I've read here and elsewhere how biology dictates who we're attracted to. I guess all that shit is true, I don't know. I think I just accept it as truth because it mostly works out. The girls want the big, fit guys, the guys want the girls with the curves. Strong babies won't die, curvy bitches won't miscarry. Makes sense, right?
Well, fuck you, biology. Because reproduction doesn't have shit to do with actually coexisting with somebody. Let's even assume that biology dictates who we'll get the most out sex with. That still leaves, what, 99.5% of the rest of life with that person? Unless of course you don't live together, or especially if they're just a fuckbuddy. No wonder I have so much casual sex. I get all the benefits of a man with none of the pitfalls- at least that's how it seems when I'm in the middle of getting the benefits. But I know that's me just bullshitting myself. I'm pretty fucking good at that. Been doing it my whole life. What starts as a survival mechanism has evolved into a monster that outsmarts me. I get it right between the crosshairs and before I can pull the trigger to take him down, he's gone, and a moment later he's tapping me on the shoulder, just to taunt me.
I know better. I know I don't just want guys for a fuck. That's why I'm so fucking miserable. If all I wanted was sex, then I should be high on life, whistling showtunes and shit (assuming I knew any).
Okay, so what is it that I do want?
Hold on to your hats folks, because here's where you learn just how fucked up crazy I am: I want movie/tv characters.
I didn't realize that's what I wanted until just now. But hear me out here, this is how I got there:
What I do now is what I've done my whole life. I watch movies, tv, and sometimes read books, and that's my way out. I can go to that place, through the wormhole, and the real me is in suspended animation while I'm in that other pretend place. Problem is, when I exit that place, I bring parts of it with me. I want those things for myself. I want one dimensional non-complex displays of brawn, warmth, and calm. I want Vin Diesel. I want Channing Tatum from The Vow: strong but kind, funny, artistic but no less manly, fights for what he wants (especially since in that movie, what he wants is a woman. also, that movie fits because she suffers amnesia, and oh how jealous I am of her sometimes. Do you realize just how much of my own life I'd rather fucking forget about? Her predicament has merit, if you ask me). Don't get me wrong, the movie's not that good, but images stick with me.
And it doesn't stop with men. I want the same for myself. I want to be the sexy, mysterious character that always keeps her cool, except for the few times that she rages, when she's completely justified and wreaks unholy havoc in almost poetically efficient ways.
But I'm not that way, and neither is the man that I love, who I have no choice but to love.
I lose my fucking cool all the time. I scream, I rage, I throw things, I hit. I'm a fucking basket case, a lot. And he- the guy- he's not Channing Tatum. He's not artistic, or even that conventionally handsome. He's got scars, inside and out. He doesn't always keep his cool, either. For a fighter, he chooses not to fight more than I'd prefer, and the less happy we both are, the less funny he is, of course. But I do see flashes. There are moments where we're happy together, where we laugh, where all is well, and all feels 'right'. These are my movie moments. Where he becomes that character I want him to be, and I become his.
Okay, that's me bullshitting. I don't think he wants a character. He's thankfully not fucked up in the same way. He just wants a non-crazy version of me. Good luck with that, buddy.
I know love exists, because I'm stuck with it. And it's the most intense feeling of overwhelming care and total loss of control. I don't know why I love him, really- and that's not the knock on him that it sounds like, it's just that biology aside (big, fit guys 'do it' for me), I don't know how we got here.
I didn't love him when he knocked me up. That wasn't supposed to happen. But he cared about me, and set about to take care of me to the best of his ability, and at a certain point, I realize that I really do love him. Scars, flaws, shortcomings and all- I love the motherfucker. And since that day, through the birth of our son, through our marriage ceremony, through our separation, all the way up to the present time, with me living in a strange neighborhood with barely a physical vestige of him anywhere in this too-big-for-my-stuff shell of a home, i've never stopped loving him.
I just wish it was easier.
(by the way, if you're wishing this was 'ragier' right now, then fuck you. I've got rage to spare, and am a burning cauldron of it as we speak. Just because I don't throw a bunch of caps and exclamation points in, doesn't mean I'm not expressing rage amongst other emotions. Goddammit.)
I'm so fucking angry that I am who I am sometimes; that I can't control anything around me. That I want the things I want. Sometimes I think I want too much in every facet of my life. I don't just want some money, I want more! I don't just want occasional sex, I want it all the time! I don't just want to be happy and harmonious occasionally, I want a lifetime of it.
That last one's the dead giveaway- that I want characters for partners, movie relationships for love, with a distinct happy, then conflict, then resolution into the happiest goddamn contentment you can possibly imagine, all fit neatly into a little drawer. Reality is too much. That's why I'm on Paxil. That's why I rage like a fucking child. That's why I'm always unhappy. Because apparently the struggles of a real relationship, the one I still sort-of have, are too much for my corrupted brain. I don't want a real relationship, I want a fake one apparently, and of course, I can never have what I want because of it.
I'm always going to be fucked up. He's never going to be anything different from what he is. Maybe this is why I sometimes like depressing movies, because it balances shit out for me. It helps me to find normalcy and ways that aren't fake and super-ideal. Maybe I can aspire to be like flawed characters, to want to be with flawed characters.
I remember when life for me was sort of like a movie. We laughed, and cuddled, and swooned over our newborn. We had good friends, and appeared to want for nothing. Sexy girl, ripped daddy, happy little couple.
I just realized, I'm in the part of the movie where everything has fallen to pieces.
See? I'm still doing it.
Surprise! I'm in therapy!
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Holy shit!!!! Spent the morning working on a fucking washing-machine. It is amazing how seemingly simple shit can be a total pain in the ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course it does not help that I am not the smallest guy in the world, and have to do most of it laying on the floor.... wet from residual water in the machine. So..... after all that mess and pain, cut up fingers, and kinked neck... it is ready for some parts clean-up and putting it back together.
What is even more messed up, is that now that I have been through it, I probably could do 3 machines in a half hour now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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I'm not fucking perfect, I've never said I was and I never will. My life has been hard and I work hard to make it easier...but shit happens. What you see is nothing...you see the outside... the house, the man, the car, the job...fuck all that, its nothing when I hurt inside! I lost it....don't fucking ask anymore!! So yeah, I'm hurting now and still I wrap myself up in a nice outer shell and venture out into the world. Its what I do, (it's what I have to do) it may seem that I'm good. But I'm not, especially when every other fucking damn day someone asks. Shut the Fuck UP! If I don't mention it...don't you mention it. That means I don't want to talk about it. NO, hearing that it was not meant to be this time does NOT fucking help. Keep that shit to yourself.... I failed, that's the way I see it. And I have to deal with that mental hiccup my damn self. Leave me to deal the only way I can, I don't want to talk to you, I don't need to talk to you...just fucking stop!
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OMG!!!! Got it all together, all hooked up, the dryer back in place..... started a load of towels.
Wouldn't you know it? The fucking thing starts leaking all over the place!!!! So now I have water all in my laundry closet/room and out into the kitchen. I went from water fill directly to spin to get it all out. Now I can move the dryer out again, pull out the washer, unhook it all, take it apart, look to where the water is leaking from (I am pretty sure were), fix it, put it all back together again, hook it up, push it in place, mover the dryer back and hook it up..... yeah.... the FIX takes nothing, getting TO it and then putting it all back is the pain in the ass.
But that will wait a bit. It isn't going anywhere.
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Why can't I be accepted JUST the way I am!!!!
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My fucking mother in law "la Chupacabra " is visiting at the end of the month, to see the grandchildren of hose names she does not know.
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LMFAO...Oh gawd...me too!
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I'm outwardly calm. Detached even. I can't stand the sight of him, so I've buried my head in old reruns so I don't have to look at him. If he only knew how much I hated his fucking face right now. Another fucking paycheck gone. And nothing done. Gone to sleep it off. Fucking loser. It's amazing how fast he manages to burn through the whole fucking thing. Like a god damn child. And I'm so sick of holding his hand and wiping his ass like he was a baby. I should've ran. Instead I let him destroy me. I'm not sure if I'm mad at myself for coddling this overgrown manchild for so long or because I allowed him to destroy everything I had accomplished in my life. It wasn't much, but it was mine. And now it's gone, too. I'm so sick of coming in third place. Of being put last on his list of importance. His booze and weed will always come first. And I will never be treated with any respect. In eight fucking years, I've never gotten one birthday present. Not one iota of thought put into it. But he buys himself jewelry. He wears more than I do. Christmas is a joke and Valentines Day is just another day. I'm not worth it to him. Nor his kids. I gave up everything to make him happy. I've got to be fucking stupid. And now I'm stuck. My hopes and dreams are gone and that knight in shining armor is a fucking douchebag. They all want a piece of you. No man will save you or complete you. It's a fucking lie. They will all destroy you in some way, shape or form. All of them. They'll pick away at you until you're nothing. And then they expect more and yell and scream when you don't give it to them. Well... I've got nothing left to give.
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Rank: Corporal Turnip
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Posts: 3,357
Location: Canada
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Rank: Corporal Turnip
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Yup ..... Still ARGHHHHHHHH.....fucking hell!!
My competition entry... http://www.lushstories.com/stories/masturbation/look-at-me.aspx
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sottomesso wrote:My fucking mother in law "la Chupacabra " is visiting at the end of the month, to see the grandchildren of hose names she does not know.
 
"Silence and solitude envelopes all; into her eyes, I slip and fall."
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JUST FUCK OFF!!!
"Silence and solitude envelopes all; into her eyes, I slip and fall."
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Cunt
Sit back, kick off your shoes and grab your drink. Let me read you a story...  Stanley Gets A Heart On...I love it when we hang out together, we should do this more often... |
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Sometimes I really wonder why I bother. Is it all really worth it or maybe its best to see what's next. Just when you think its all right, its all fucking wrong!! I hate the world, I hate everyone, especially myself for being such a dumb fuck and never learning. Fuck me!
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This should not bother me, but it's really fucking bothering me!
My competition entry... http://www.lushstories.com/stories/masturbation/look-at-me.aspx
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My nails are too long and I can't get my contacts out!
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