I allow you in my home. Invite you to have a holiday dinner with my family because your daughter hardly speaks to you and your young son who is unwell has not been allowed to speak to you for two months. Now that we've said something to you about drinking from 1030 am until you passed out I am the bad guy. I'm two faced and jealous and not compassionate. How dare you even mention my children in your lame excuse to put it out there on social media. You fucking bitch need help. Not only are you an alcoholic and batshit fucking crazy but your own daughter just told us you called her for drugs. Wtf is that bullshit. I have no compassion for your son. Well bitch he is better off without you during this time when his heart is not well. I can guarantee if my children had congestive heart disease I would be right beside them. You can call them mommas boys or whatever you want but they are mine and I take care of them. So fucking cunt before you start running off with the mouth about how I would never be able to do what you do maybe you should learn how to be a good person compassionate loving and care for those around you and deal with my mental, health, and pain issues smiling for the world to see and tell me how you would do it without alcohol or drugs.
Gold hearted fun loving Aussie Angel
why do I fucking bother ... it is a total waste of my time especially when all they dont hear what i have to say because they are more interested in projecting their own feelings... i listen and listen to them and when i get upset its still all about them... so as i said why bother... I am not anyone property I am a human being who deserves as much respect as the next person....
Really? You're telling me I just wasted 30 years of my life? Yes, we raised a great son. But I thought we were something more than roommates with me paying all the bills and you getting to play all day. Fucking A! And you expect me to go on and like it? I should live the rest of my life without love? It wasn't always this way.
Really?
fucking dumbass prima donna. your shit stinks as much as anyone else's. in fact it's shittier. shitty and pretentious and, well, shitty!
So you left. Will you come back?
Some people are just NOT going to be pleased if you give them a piece of heaven. Not a single smile in all those pics.
For the love of fuck please text me and put me out of my anxious fucking misery.
You're a cunt. There, I said it. I'm a foolish little girl, but you... You are cruel, gutless, and full of shit up until the last. Maybe I was just a challenge to you. The worst thing is you made it seem real. So achingly honest and genuinely real. How do you make yourself so believable? You didn't need to lie or romanticise things to have me... you made it so much more than you needed to... but you were apparently fluent in a language of lies and stories you thought I needed to hear and now it hurts. Fuck you.
Holy Fuck, Woman!
Do not call me to tell me you're falling in love with my. Do not Fucking tell me you "know him pretty well now" after 6 months. Don't tell me about Jesus; heaven isn't a comfort.
Old people drama. It never fucking ends.
I am so fucking pissed at myself. I hurt two people due my inability to do the right thing. My fault entirely. Fucking, fuck!
Dear Teacher,
Please remember we are in the same profession, and as such, I do have certain expectations. If I take the time to email you and ask you a question or two about something, have the fucking courtesy to email me back. Responding to me in a rubric for an assignment 3 days later is not responding to me in a timely manner. Maybe in your world this bullshit works, but in the real world, it does not. I emailed you with a question. You ignored it. I then followed it up with a concern and you got defensive with me. You are the teacher, and as such, when a student contacts you, it is your fucking job to help them. Just remember, you made the choice to involve your director and to be honest, I hope he has a few words with you about your lack of communication with your students. If you're worried about me sandbagging you... don't be. You should be more worried about the other students in this course.
Sincerely,
A frustrated student
I can not believe you drank almost all of my store bought water. Knowing full well I was nearly out until you went and got more filtered water from your work place. You had all weekend to get me more filtered water but you didn't. I'm so pissed especially since you are gone all week. The town water is disgusting and you know it.
I know this is an old issue that will probably never go away.
Girls understand and generally don't do this,...but guys?...omg
If a girl goes to the trouble, and takes the time to try and make her page fun and nice for everyone?
Then at least read my page and make an attempt to get to know me a bit instead of just asking me the same dumb questions, in open chat, over and over,
that ya would already know the answers to if ya had done anything else but just looked at my boob pics.
I love cybersex immensely, and meeting new peeps always. If I'm interested in someone? I'm looking at your page as we're chatting.
And when it's so obvious, by your chat, that you don't even know my nickname, birth date, where I live, what work I do, kind of movies, music, or any of my likes and dislikes?...blah bah blah
You're not getting any, and won't be cyberfucking me, when I suddenly stop chatting with you completely., and start talking with someone else.
I know that you're horny and just want to look at my boob pics, and have me cyber suck and fuck your cock, or maybe you titty fuck me into a bliss, which seems to be the going thing right now, while you jack off in the comfy of your easy chair...I get it and understand ya.
Why I'm here too ya selfish buttwipes. But ya only have to look at my page once. And after I know that ya care enough at least to do that?
I'll friend you then, and I'll take care of ya from then on silly. I get horny a lot too ya know.
Oh and guys?...If ya really want to know everything ya will ever need to know about a girl's heart?...read...Lady Chatterley's Lover.
Fuck the pseudo-science mathematics of statistics. Total bullshit.
Boring as fuck to learn. Monotonous and time-consuming to do.
And filled with numbers.
Wouldn't you rather have a nice cup of tea?
Parentally programmed to suspect
abuses at every fucking opportunity,
Tilting at the windmills of injustice
With perpetual victimization
A closet monster of your imagination,
Hallucinating the rationality of circumstance
To make it all make sense, forced puzzle pieces
Displaced and disfigured in backward accusations.
No, fuck you.
Don't believe everything that you read.
PEOPLE ARE DYING EVERY DAY AND YOU DISGUSTING, HATEFUL MONSTERS JUST SIT ON YOUR FAT ASSES AND BLAME THE DEAD CHILDREN! YOU DON'T CARE WHO SUFFERS AND WHO DIES SO LONG AS YOU AREN'T DIRECTLY AFFECTED! YOU DON'T KNOW OR CARE WHOSE CHILDREN ARE GOING TO BURN! Young men die in parking lots and you sit and judge them and blame them! Children are beaten to death by lunatics and you call it justified because of her religion! At this point, I hope there is a giant meteor or some cataclysm! I'm sick of this world and I'm sick of living in it while people suffer and die for no reason!
Thank you. Thank you so very fucking much. It's not as if the project you asked for wasn't unnecessarily complicated in the first place.
Three months of you chopping and changing your mind when everything should have been nailed down and signed off before I even began the laborious task of putting together the designs your mind shat out. Three months of you bitching that you can't see progress being made, and bitching that things are being delayed again. Well, that's because of you, you asshole - because you've spent the last three months adding more and more complexity to something that should be straightforward and simple, and shooting down any suggestions we have to make it so. Oh, no - according to you, every single field was needed. Every single field was vitally important. We need to capture this data, and that data, and that data.... And so I built it, adhering to your requirements every step of the way. I put in the hours, struggling to process intricacies you introduced - all the dozens of individual possibilities a user could input (if this response is entered, we want this and that but not those; if that response, then do something else; etc. etc.) And only, right at the end, do I bother to ask the simple question: what do we do with all this data you've asked me to capture?
Nothing.
Not a goddamn thing.
It gets captured and held in the database, and no one looks at it ever again. Ever. It's useless data. Data that you've never needed previously, and data that even you can't foresee a reason for needing in the future. But we're capturing it anyway. "Because".
Fuck. You.
Gold hearted fun loving Aussie Angel
starting to think some people need to get over themselves and learn that there is more to life than themselves. Not everything is going to be perfect every day.. not everyone is going to want to hear about the same thing for days on end. I am sure people would be happy to listen if circumstances changes but when it doesn't it sounds like a broken record and that is never a good thing. it just makes me frustrated and irritable and I am sure it does the same to others as well... so please if you have mentioned an issue please give it a chance to be rectified before being up the same things day after day... because we all know change takes time
Nice try you fucking drunkard.
What the hell is the matter with you people? Every time my land line phone rings, by the third ring I pick up the receiver and nothing. I'm tired of it and if you're in that much of a hurry, that you are in the process of hanging up, then don't call anymore! I'm not going to have any type of phone attached to my ear just because you assholes are impatient. Learn to be patient, but apparently you people don't know what that is.
Wouldn't you rather have a nice cup of tea?
A tale
Told by an idiot,
Full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Don't believe everything that you read.
Please look at the way you control and manipulate others. You hurt and disappointed so many people in the short time I knew you! Please know I know about your work in porn. It didn't bother me. But concealing it from me, and lieing about it. The lies, the glib rationalizations, among other things make you less mature than I imagine. I would give you so many opportunities to rise to love and decisiveness but you failed because you never accepted that in life you can not have everything , everyone. Life is hard.
