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thebitterguyTake THAT. Bastard Live journal suits, saying you have to have "Friends" or "Money" to get in. Screw them. So I went out, and I BOUGHT some friends! Hah!
I can feel my bones twisting and my back hunching as I type. It's so Jekyll/Hyde-ish.
Damn. I want to say bad things. I want to mock people. I want to mock demo team leaders. I want to deride social groups.
Start with the Irish. It ALWAYS starts with the Irish.
I used to hate the Irish. With a passion. Went to a catholic high school with a bunch of inbred cracker Micks. Feh. Try being a socially awkward (mayhap retarded) brown guy in a sea of aryan nation target audience faces. It's tough. REAL tough. So I hated the Irish.
Why not? I was angry at a few Irish people. They were a bunch of drunks! Grr!
Then, my hypocrisy lept up to my face. Hey, it screamed. You've got a lot of Irish friends. What's up with that? You think that makes you less worse (or any better) than the inbred crackers at Our Lady of Racial Intolerance?
Feh. I hate it when my hypocrisy is right. I still use the phrase "Beat you like an Irish Housewife" on occasion, but only to shock and disturb. It's expected by now.
Damn. I still hate teh Italians. Especially that bastard Wes Smiderle.
Wow. Power going to my head. I could be here all day, except I have to be at work in 20 minutes. Well, leave for work in 20 minutes. I so miss having access to a car. Or at least to my wife, who has a car.
I can feel my bones twisting and my back hunching as I type. It's so Jekyll/Hyde-ish.
Damn. I want to say bad things. I want to mock people. I want to mock demo team leaders. I want to deride social groups.
Start with the Irish. It ALWAYS starts with the Irish.
I used to hate the Irish. With a passion. Went to a catholic high school with a bunch of inbred cracker Micks. Feh. Try being a socially awkward (mayhap retarded) brown guy in a sea of aryan nation target audience faces. It's tough. REAL tough. So I hated the Irish.
Why not? I was angry at a few Irish people. They were a bunch of drunks! Grr!
Then, my hypocrisy lept up to my face. Hey, it screamed. You've got a lot of Irish friends. What's up with that? You think that makes you less worse (or any better) than the inbred crackers at Our Lady of Racial Intolerance?
Feh. I hate it when my hypocrisy is right. I still use the phrase "Beat you like an Irish Housewife" on occasion, but only to shock and disturb. It's expected by now.
Damn. I still hate teh Italians. Especially that bastard Wes Smiderle.
Wow. Power going to my head. I could be here all day, except I have to be at work in 20 minutes. Well, leave for work in 20 minutes. I so miss having access to a car. Or at least to my wife, who has a car.
