Rant Thread

[HumanePain]

OK, I have heard the third complaint from another friend who ordered a medium shirt from Ipso-Facto and was sent an XL. They just don't seem to give a damn about their mail order Customers! Because I live just 30 minutes away, I am MARCHING INTO THEIR STORE and lodging an IN PERSON COMPLAINT on behalf of my distant friends. Right after I look at their sale rack.

[Tismine]

Woo! Go HP, GO! CHARGE!

[Aaroneet]

My home has officially become "Wussy Music Central"! My father has been blasting the song "Calling All Angels" by Train, and now it's stuck in my head!

[Crying_Crimson_Tears]

I know my dad cares, and he just wants me to be safe. Well I shouldn't even blame it on him because it's my step mother who doesn't want to let me get a Myspace. But I am going to rant anyway. My step mother isn't my real mother and if my dad wants to let me get a Myspace then his word should be the final word. Not hers. She's not my mother. I mean yeah, sure she acts more like my mother than my real mother and I have more respect for her than I do for my real mother but still, she shouldn't have the last word.

[Aaroneet]

I lost nothing, and I feel like I lost a part of me. Something just died inside. And I can't replace it; I can't reverese it. I said everything and nothing at the same time. I offered my words; I offered a part of my soul, and I feel powerless. Why couldn't I have stopped it?! I can't sleep when somebody I have come into contact with is suffering or care about is suffering. Call it odd, but it's true. I anticipate it. When I had my first bout of insomnia, I found out the day after it started that my History teacher had cancer. Now, with this second one, somebody has confessed to being hurt. It tugs on my strings; I can't allow people to do this to me. But I've been through the same thing; I was courteous, and I guess that's all I could be. I can't control circumstance.

But right now, it comes down to this: I gave myself, and it wasn't enough.

Earlier, I said that I was giddy; now that the light is out, nobody's laughing anymore.

[Tismine]

Aaroneet....*hugs*
I know the feeling.
As futile as it may be, I hope the pattern breaks and you'll be able to get some rest tonight. Insomnia's a bitch.

[Aaroneet]

Yeah...I brought the insomnia part on by myself.

I always fought sleep when I was little; now it haunts me...

Thanks, Tismine

[Aaroneet]

I'm going to write about this, (again) since I just can't take this anymore. This time, I did it right. It's just too bad the person can't see it...They would have appreciated it more...

[Tismine]

Who?
And I hope you feel better, love.

[Aaroneet]

It's personal...

Thanks. I'll feel better tomorrow...

[MollyMac]

My job is eating my brain.

[Aaroneet]

Mine's already been decomposed...

[HumanePain]

My son-in-law is a drunken, foolish oaf. God, grant me the forgiving power so I do not unleash every legal and financial power I have to crush him into a lifetime of poverty and suffering!

[missfreakychick]

Aaroneet go instant message the screen name ximsocoolx8 their waiting for you.

[Aaroneet]

Goodbye, missfreakychick, and good riddance. Please stop harrassing members on this site. Thank you.

[the-broken-harlequin]

We shall no longer call her missfreakychick, but instead we shall name her:

MISSFREAKYFATCHICK

[biohazard]

Originally Posted by HumanePain

My son-in-law is a drunken, foolish oaf. God, grant me the forgiving power so I do not unleash every legal and financial power I have to crush him into a lifetime of poverty and suffering!

That is very sad. No, you should proceed to unleash your financial and legal power over him, he probably deserves no forgiveness.

[MollyMac]

Unleash away, HP.

They say to turn the other cheek... they don't say turning it twice.

[HumanePain]

If it were some trespass against myself Molly, I could easily turn the other cheek. But when he drunkenly locks my daughter and grandson outside their house at 3 AM, opening the door only long enough to throw out her family pictures and clothes, then throws her cellphone out such that it smashes to pieces, then she has to go to the neighbors to call the police, I get PISSED OFF! FUCK!

[MollyMac]

Holy fuck.

The only things that come to mind are felonies in Missouri. But you know, I won't tell anyone. *hands HP the baseball bat*

And a hug or twenty.

[Methadrine]

Damn.. I think you really should unleash every legal and financial power you have to crush him into a lifetime of poverty and suffering... throwing out people and their stuff is not cool.

[HumanePain]

Thanks for letting me vent Molly and Meth, and for the support.
Daughter and grandson are safely here with Mrs. Humane and I, but I still haven't been able to get her to talk about what she wants to do, i.e. forgive him and go back or stay here. As much as I want to dictate what she should do, it is ultimately up to her. (shudders)

[Underwater Ophelia]

Drew was going to come over tonight after work, but he's sick. He came home early from work throwing up so now he can't come over. He lives about an hour away so I can't get a ride there or anything. I miss him so much.
The worst part is he isn't picking up his phone. He's probably asleep.

[Splintered]

I'm perplexed.

So, for the past seven months, I've been dating my current girlfriend. It's been great, and I hope to see another seven more. It's near the end of the year, and it just means that it's one less year between us. Go me.

I listened to a song that I haven't listened too in a very long time.

It's called "Falling Snow" by a Folk Metal band named Agalloch. I got really attached to the song, because in Washington state, we do not get that much snow. At least, not as much snow as I am used to. I come from Northern Canada (Just below the Northwest Territories), and I remember tons of snow. I love the tune, I love the lyrics, and it's an incredibly good song in my book.

The time when I really remember listening to it, was when I was taking Driver's Ed and I would have my mom drive to me to the school. (This was about six months ago). For some reason, the route that my mom took, took my really, really close to my ex's house. (And a few times, right in front of it.) For someone wanting to forget about her, this was not the easiest route to take.

So, I remember listening to the song as a "farwell" to my ex. It really took it's meaning one day, when we drove past her house and it was covered in snow.

A month passed, I thought about her less. A month later, I thought about her even less. Finally, a few months ago, I realize now, I stopped thinking about her at all. I was happy with my new girlfriend, and she didn't matter anymore.

Listening to this song recently, has reminded me of her.

I used to have this overwhelming sense of... Not really hate, but not really apathy either. More of a general dislike. The more I heard, the less I liked. Now, I realize that I not only lost a girlfriend, but I also lost a really good friend, despite what everyone has said. It's made me realize that the biggest mistake I made was not trying to get her back as a friend. Since then, a week ago really, I've wanted to talk to her again, and see if I could become her friend.

Yet, it's dawned on me that there are only 4 more days of school left, and after that is done, I am leaving the country for about two months, and then I will be in college. The biggest chances are that I will never, ever see her again. Part of me just wants to wait until I leave the country to forget. Another part of me wants to go seek her out and try to be her friend, even though it's only going to be for a few days.

It's an odd sensation. It feels like putting a cost-analysis on a person.

[Cyntrox]

If you're like me, you'll regret it forever if you don't seek her out now!