Rant and Rave 2

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Men prefer bitches and/or crazy women because they tend to fuck better. Simple as that. Too many good girls try to be too good to get down and dirty. In my experience, the craziest women that I ever dated really knew how to put it on me. I kept coming back for more. The really good girls would fuck, but they wanted to keep it basic. Crazy women and/or bitches give the men what they want. It's stupid and guys eventually outgrow it, but only eventually. The key in the end is to find a woman just bitchy/crazy enough to hook you up but good enough to be able to build a life with.
 
Spellbinder said:
my goodness, epo. :( what happened? (or dont you want to talk about it?)
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Nah I can't talk about it online. It's not a big deal though, everything is just a bit messed up at the moment. It'll sort itself out eventually...

Why do I get a cold for the first time in like a year right now when I've all this fun stuff to do? Oh well..
 
Heh I am so beyond pissed! Okay picture this: End of school party/Graduation bash. Not a huge crowd, but a good amount of kids. Mostly from our inner circle of friends and maybe a few more. There's alcohol and food. And an unwanted slut who likes to throw herself at my boyfriend. Meet Elena. This new girl who just transferred schools. The minute she sees my boyfriend she decides she the one for him. So she flirts with him, asks him to help her with her car, you know stuff that looks innocent, but really isn't.

My boyfriend goes to drop off her car a few weeks ago after replacing her faulty battery. She invites him in and luckly for me.... my cousin is with him. My cousin is an ass, but at least he's loyal to me. She tries to kiss him once she thinks my cousin's head is turned. Andrew pulls back before she can attack him with her lips. He leaves comes over to my house. He tells me what happened, but I don't believe it and we fight. But my cousin confirms it and then I feel like an ass.

Fast foward to the party.... alas the slut shows up. Andrew is a bit drunk, so I'm pretty much looking after him. I go to get myself a coke and when I come back Elena is all over my passed out drunk boyfriend. I go to take care of it... we get into an arguement and the bitch tries to turn my past against me. She barely knows me... half the things said about me aren't true or they are just exaggerations. I'm about to kick her ass when my cousin and a couple of my guy friends pull me upstairs. They calm me down. My cousin promises to get Andrew home. And my guy friend Mike volunteers to get me home. So we make our way to the car and Elena tries to ambush us! Mike stuffs me in the car before I could kill her.

May I say I was sober when this happened. Anyways I'm beyond pissed. I know none of this is Andrew's fault. He at home sleeping now. I just feel so tense.
 
So Uni is over, I've handed in my work, I have two interviews to go to and I have a job anyway.

This should be a post saying I'm a graduate, THIS should be a post saying I am going home I won't be spending the vast amount of my days on the site and THIS should be a post filled with great joy.

I miss my Grandmothers cooking, my Grandfathers cooking and my Mothers cooking (which is the best). I miss my family, I miss my newborn cousin "Kesi" who I haven't seen, I miss my friends, I miss people talking with a London accent, I miss the general rudeness and laid back attitude of the people wedged inbetween the hustle and bustle of London, I miss the hustle and bustle of London, I miss the London Women (I could have a London girlfriend by now), I miss 2 pieces of chicken and chips (leg [drumstick] and thigh ALWAYS) being sold for £2, I miss Shalamar fried chicken shop, I miss my favourite comic shop, I miss the underground, I miss not paying for train journeys, looking out for the inspector and hopping barriers, I miss the 109 bus, I miss taking for granted the fact that I live in one of the Worlds greatest cities and I've never been to the Tower of London or seen all the sites. But MOST importantly I miss my brother I miss him more than anything in the World.

The car doesn't work and I've been asked to submit some more work (long story) it will never end.

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:'( WHy are breakups so HARD? Arghhh, they hurt sooo much. God, I could cry a river. I soaked my mother's shirt when I cried into her shoulder...she knew I loved Jess.

I tried....I really did....I just can't do this anymore. I'll always love her....and I wish her the best in the army. A broken heart sucks though...grrrr. :'( :'(
 
Ah that is too bad Fox. I spose its supposed to hurt awfully at first and get better with time no?

Well, I've got something to rant about...now I know you're not sposed to cry over spilt milk, but what of spoiled milk?! Here's the story...

I go to one of the local supermarkets, its still a bit of a distance from my house and I've only got walking to move me there. It's a hot morning, I've just woken up and hungry as hell. No milk or cereal at home, so I've gone to get some. I do so, get some interesting cereals and walk home. I pour the milk in a bowl, spoiled!!! :censored:

I have to walk back to exchange it for another, all the more hungry. I do, the people there aren't bad, probably because its a common occurance, but why the hell is spoiled milk such a common occurance? That can make people sick and is just plain dispicable in my opinion. :lec: Anyway...head back out, go about a block and smarten up, I try the milk, and you know what? SOUR! :'(

I go back again, get another milk, try it in the store. Its better than the other two, but you know what, it wasn't entirely unsour. Oh and don't blame me, I checked the expirations and the condition of the bottles, no discernable problems. But I give up, I take the slightly turned milk, grumble and head home to have some damn breakfast, but I was far from happy on what is usually a VERY happy occasion.

Anyway, how can we resolve this? I mean I love my dairy...yogurt, cheese, ice cream, and milk in my cereal, but this incident made me want to kick a cow square in the utter. :stupid: I know never again will I purchase Garelick Farms milk, which has been the choice of myself and my family for years, and I believe it was sponsored by the WIC program from what I can remember. I don't know who to blame and send my nasty letters, but I wish I did. No one should have to suffer spoiled, sour, or turned milk. Not unless its properly channeled into cheese or yogurt. I could rant on, but I shall end for now...
 
I just freaking LOVE when you Instant message someone to catch up and they totally ignore you AND then sign off without even a good - bye. Gotta love that, but whatever. I guess I'm not "cool" enough for her lol. :stupid: :p :sure: But oh well, its not my loss. :nod: :sleep2:
 
I hate my fucking job. I hate it with a god damned passion I don't think I can put into words. Quite frankly the small shit fucking irritates the god damned hell out of the and the big stuff I don't even want to fucking talk about. I hate how they use mass punishment, I hate it even more when they say it's not mass punishment even though it obviously is. If there is something that needs to get done that I have no way of helping to get done, that I had no way of hindering it getting done, THEN WHY THE FUCK AM I STUCK AT FUCKING WORK WAITING FOR IT TO GET DONE INSTEAD OF SITTING AT THE GOD DAMNED HOTEL I FUCKING BOOKED FOR MY TWO WEEKS OF LEAVE!?!?!?!??!


How in the fuck is that not punishment? I was SUPPOSED to be out of the damned army by now, I my contract expires August 9th, I would have been home on leave RIGHT DAMNED NOW through that date just collecting pay checks but instead I'm going to Iraq for a year. I meet the first girl I've EVER given a shit about and now I have to leave her for 6 months to see her for two weeks only to leave for another 6 months? And all becuase of my fucking job.

And lets not forget one of my absolute best friends who I grew up with since I was 6 just died a couple of days ago and I couldn't go to the funeral on wednesday because I'm stuck here. I never got a chance to say good bye, I never got a chance to do much anything with him the last 3 years and I feel like such an ass hole I didn't at least TALK to him more often since joining the army I feel sick sometimes.
 
You know.......I hate going to funerals and here how the preacher glorify and praise a person like they have been called up and moved on to heaven, when I know that person is going straight to hell for the life style he or she lived. Like my cousin, when he died just six months ago which was a adulterer, heavy heavy drinker, wife abuser, and never asked for forgivness, oh yeah he in heaven alright. :sure: :sad: :(
 
Okay time for a rant....

The other day I met this guy through a friend of mine. He's 18, seemed nice, and was fairly good looking. If I didn't already have I boyfriend I would've considered dating him. When I first met him I had a small crush on him, but you know everyone in relationships get little crushes, but don't engage. Later on in the day to my disbelief I find out that he is exlusively dating a 14 year old girl. I'm not sure about anywhere else in the country, but in Texas that is considered illegal. Anyways that greatly soured my opinion of him. Well I got invited to help with a local church funtion which involved about maybe 100 5-12 year olds at a swimming pool.

This guys shows up with his child girlfriend and started hanging all over each other, kissing, hugging, and grabbing each other in front of little kids. I basically told them that they needed to back off, because it was innapropriate for the occasion and pretty much in general. Well I leave to help drop off a few kids at home and few things are said about me behind my back... saying I was a bitch, had a bad attitude, and so forth. It gets back to me and I kind of let it go. The next morning I went to help out again and a little girl.... 6 year old itty bitty girl comes up to me and tells me all this stuff they said about me that she had heard. ]

That was kind of the last straw for me... so I pull this guy aside and started yelling at him telling me that if he had a problem with me he needed to take it to me. Not his 14 year old girlfriend, not a bunch of 7 year olds, and not anyone, but me. I told him about the rumors that I had heard and he basically lied to my face. Suggesting that this innocent little girl was a liar. I seriously wanted to punch him, because she had nothing to do with what was going on and she had the decency and maturity to come up to me and tell me what was going on. I no longer have anything to do with it and I fully plan on making sure his ass gets in trouble for child molestation. Scumbag.
 
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I think I'm too old-fashioned. So many of my friends in the military just sleep with random people and they do it like it's nothing. It's just not in me to have sex with a girl I feel nothing for. I've seen my friends do it and although probably the majority of men would say they're glad they did, I've seen too many guys my age regret having sex with a girl they cared nothing for (and who didn't care about them).

I just don't think sleeping with a random stranger could compare to being with someone you actually care about. And although I've been admittedly close a couple of times, mostly due in no small part to alcohol, I've nonetheless managed to maintain my conviction of "I only sleep with girls I'm in love with."

And Christ, by the time I finally do find a girl I could have something serious with, how many guys will she have slept with? One of the girls I was with this weekend had sex with two different guys in one night, both of whom she felt nothing for.

Maybe I'm just going to have to adapt to the modern landscape pertaining to the procurement of love and sex. Because as far as I can tell, most people don't think of sex as being a very important thing.
 
Oh yeah, and just because this is the single greatest WTF dumbfounded moment in my life - a girl here just asked me to marry her, was completely serious, and I might actually say yes.

<goes back to being confused>
 
Wow Mat, that's a huge decision. :nod: :)


Argghhh getting a wisdom tooth hurts. I need to go to the dentist and get that shit pulled. :sure: Why the hell do they call it wisdom, your not any wiser. Now, I understand why infants cry all the time, they are developing teeth. :'(
 
sinosleep said:
You talking about the good old "let's get that BAH bonus" contract marraige Mat?
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Heh. Not quite. Though there sure are a lot of those happening around here in 'A' school. I actually really care about this girl. Things are just really weird right now and I'm not sure if it's a good idea to get married before I know what it's like to deploy away from a loved one. Plus, getting married...I mean, fuck. It's getting married.
 
Not that's entirely my business but I'm going to go ahead and put this out there. Since my job is to provide phones and internet last deployment my team and I ran a little building that had a bunch of phones and laptops in it for people to use in addition to our actual mission. I'd have to say at LEAST half the phone calls made were angry phone calls from husband/boyfriend to wife/girlfriend and I can't count how many of those revolved around divorce.

Deployment is a VERY tough time for a marraige, particularly a new one. I'm kind of going through the same thing with my current girl friend right now and what I plan on doing when I get back is just get engaged. It shows that the commitment is there without the finality and possibly bad outcome of a divorce.

I mean call me old school, but I'm not planning on getting married more then once.
 
Well, you'll be pleased to here Sino that I decided not to get married. Both of us had our heads in the clouds and we were trying to feel more than was actually there.

She was in love with the concept of me, rather than the person I was. That's not exactly a stable platform for a lifetime of marriage, no?

Anyways, I think it's back to the drawing board for me. I really feel exhausted after the relationships I've been having here. I think I'll take a break from women for awhile and focus more on being a sailor.
 
Arggghhhh office fucking drama! I can't stand our office trollop Marchelle! It started about a week ago when I sent a memo out to the staff demanding they wash their dishes or I throw them out in the trash. Only the guilty parties were pissed off, Marchelle was one of them. I embarassed them plus I got respect from our two partners of the firm.

And now today the shit hit the fan. A client called in asking for one of our Attorney's. I voice - called Jim and he asked I take a message. In the background I heard Marchelle yell "Whoopie - do." I got pissed off because I thought she was addressing me.

I told her the comment was not needed and I hung up. She comes stomping up to my desk saying, "Heather that was not directed at you and you need to shut your mouth." She walks away and I'm PISSED!

I stomp after her so quickly the whole office is watching me. I walk in and close the door demanding she grow up. I cornered her and said we were going to discuss this like "adults." But Marchelle screams for me to get out.

So, I get out, and now the partners have asked me to back down. Why should I back down when she's behaving like a child? Pouting and throwing a tantrum because of what I said. Too bad bitch!

She thinks everyone can coddle her and its so annoying. "She's going through a rough time." Everyone goes through a rough time but its called being professional. Argghhh!

I loved what Ewa said though, "She needs to keep her trailor trash antics at home." LOL!
 
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