Stupid people...
It is nothing new, to anyone who reads my LJ (or has met me in passing on the bus) that I really don't like people. I don't mind humanity, it's the people that bug the fuck out of me (to paraphrase a quote from somewhere or another)
Another thing that I am well known for disliking is Vampire. Masqureade, Requiem, whatever, it's all the same High School bullshit. Why do I dislike Vampire so much you might ask? The people.
A different kind of person plays Vampire than any other game, sure, there's some cross over, but the kind of person who plays Vampire as their primary game is shallow, self-centered, stupid and vain... and I hate them all.
Example:
So, I finished watching Serintiy on DVD and thought to myself "I could go to bed... or I could log on and see what's doing." Well, there's never *anything* doing in the Forsaken room, and, thanks to Becah's big fat bitch ass I can't actually *go* to Forsaken games so I wouldn't have anything to talk about even if I did play my Forsaken character.
So... I hop on into the Requiem room. Now, mind you, I do have a Requiem character that I enjoy right now. She is, however, totally bonk and bent on revenge - so, really, when I go to games it's just toward the end of destroying everyone there at some point in the future. Back to my story.
I hop into the Requiem room, and there are two dull bulbs discussing an explosion which took the leg of idiot number 1. Idiot number one, mind you, has not yet mastered the shift key and his name is in all lowercase letters. His cocksucking slobber shit girlfriend has managed to discover the shift key however.
They talk, for maybe 10 minutes as I watch, about how Idiot #1 needs to see a doctor about his missing limb. After watching the conversation for a few minutes to get the jist of what's going on I ask "Er... won't it just grow back?"
He answers condescendingly. "Yes, dear it will, but it takes time."
"Er, so, why do you need a doctor?" I press on.
Slobbershit, the girlfriend answers - just as condesendingly "Well, there's shrapnel in his leg, you see."
"So... er, get a pair of tweezers, some needle nosed pliers and a mirror." I suggest reasonably.
"Well, but he doesn't have the finesse to do that." Answers slobbershit.
"How much more damage can he possibly do to himself at this point?" I ask... and there's no response. The just head right back into their melodrama. My only thought about their choice to ignore me is that logic must burn like hygene.
Continuing on the subject of stupid people, Becah's still a stupid selfish ho. I just keep getting more and more angry with her. She just continues to do things that make my point clearer and clearer.
Dave is working for Tiscor now, the company that Becah works for, and he's taking over her previous position. This week she had to come over to our house and check Dave's work and make sure that all his equipment was set up correctly. I had made it clear weeks ago that she couldn't be in the house while I was, and that I would prefer that she did what she needed to do here during the day while I'm at school. That's almost 7 hours I'm out of the house and occupied with something else.
What does she do? She decides it *has* to be from 1 PM to 4 PM, because that's more conveniant for her. Nevermind that it means that I have to find something else to do during that time. Nevermind that it completely inconvenances everyone else - it would be inconveniant for her to get her lazy ass out of bed and drive across town before lunch.
And it isn't like she didn't have plenty of warning. Her excuse was that it would have been impossible to do with all the call volume that they get happening before lunch. To which I say BULLSHIT. She had plenty of warning, and plenty of time to schedule her day so that she could have taken calls in the afternoon instead of the morning. She didn't for no other reason than she's a selfish, self-centered, narcicistic bitch.
She always has to have her way. Screw everyone else and their needs or feelings, Becah's fat ass is coming down the isle, better get out of the way before she flattens you.
One day, one day I'll find some way to hurt her the way she's hurt me. One day I'll find a way to take from her what she's taken from me. ONE day I'll make her cry so hard she can't breathe.
Fucking bitch.
I wanted my anger. Well, I've got to remember to be careful what I wish for. I haven't been this angry for a long, long time. I want to hurt her. I want to physically harm her. I want to emotionally scar her. I'm not going to, but I want to. I want to see her bleed and watch her cry and I want her to loose everything she cares about. I hope her dogs get out, and are hit by a car, and she has to watch it happen. I hope her house burns to the ground, I hope she and Nessim get into an accident and Nessim is turned into a paralyzed vegitable of a man who never wakes from a coma, and that the car is totaled. I hope she's walking alone at night and is attacked, beaten, and raped. I hope she gets pregnant. I hope she miscarries. I want her to feel pain, I want her to suffer.
Numbness has it's blessings... I almost wish I were back in that. Anger is so draining, so exhausting. God, I really hate her. I just... wish I could get her out of my life for good. I wish I could do it with out giving up *everything* we shared. Unfortunately... I have to, because she refuses to give up *anything* and I can't share it with her right now.
Blah. This sucks.
Another thing that I am well known for disliking is Vampire. Masqureade, Requiem, whatever, it's all the same High School bullshit. Why do I dislike Vampire so much you might ask? The people.
A different kind of person plays Vampire than any other game, sure, there's some cross over, but the kind of person who plays Vampire as their primary game is shallow, self-centered, stupid and vain... and I hate them all.
Example:
So, I finished watching Serintiy on DVD and thought to myself "I could go to bed... or I could log on and see what's doing." Well, there's never *anything* doing in the Forsaken room, and, thanks to Becah's big fat bitch ass I can't actually *go* to Forsaken games so I wouldn't have anything to talk about even if I did play my Forsaken character.
So... I hop on into the Requiem room. Now, mind you, I do have a Requiem character that I enjoy right now. She is, however, totally bonk and bent on revenge - so, really, when I go to games it's just toward the end of destroying everyone there at some point in the future. Back to my story.
I hop into the Requiem room, and there are two dull bulbs discussing an explosion which took the leg of idiot number 1. Idiot number one, mind you, has not yet mastered the shift key and his name is in all lowercase letters. His cocksucking slobber shit girlfriend has managed to discover the shift key however.
They talk, for maybe 10 minutes as I watch, about how Idiot #1 needs to see a doctor about his missing limb. After watching the conversation for a few minutes to get the jist of what's going on I ask "Er... won't it just grow back?"
He answers condescendingly. "Yes, dear it will, but it takes time."
"Er, so, why do you need a doctor?" I press on.
Slobbershit, the girlfriend answers - just as condesendingly "Well, there's shrapnel in his leg, you see."
"So... er, get a pair of tweezers, some needle nosed pliers and a mirror." I suggest reasonably.
"Well, but he doesn't have the finesse to do that." Answers slobbershit.
"How much more damage can he possibly do to himself at this point?" I ask... and there's no response. The just head right back into their melodrama. My only thought about their choice to ignore me is that logic must burn like hygene.
Continuing on the subject of stupid people, Becah's still a stupid selfish ho. I just keep getting more and more angry with her. She just continues to do things that make my point clearer and clearer.
Dave is working for Tiscor now, the company that Becah works for, and he's taking over her previous position. This week she had to come over to our house and check Dave's work and make sure that all his equipment was set up correctly. I had made it clear weeks ago that she couldn't be in the house while I was, and that I would prefer that she did what she needed to do here during the day while I'm at school. That's almost 7 hours I'm out of the house and occupied with something else.
What does she do? She decides it *has* to be from 1 PM to 4 PM, because that's more conveniant for her. Nevermind that it means that I have to find something else to do during that time. Nevermind that it completely inconvenances everyone else - it would be inconveniant for her to get her lazy ass out of bed and drive across town before lunch.
And it isn't like she didn't have plenty of warning. Her excuse was that it would have been impossible to do with all the call volume that they get happening before lunch. To which I say BULLSHIT. She had plenty of warning, and plenty of time to schedule her day so that she could have taken calls in the afternoon instead of the morning. She didn't for no other reason than she's a selfish, self-centered, narcicistic bitch.
She always has to have her way. Screw everyone else and their needs or feelings, Becah's fat ass is coming down the isle, better get out of the way before she flattens you.
One day, one day I'll find some way to hurt her the way she's hurt me. One day I'll find a way to take from her what she's taken from me. ONE day I'll make her cry so hard she can't breathe.
Fucking bitch.
I wanted my anger. Well, I've got to remember to be careful what I wish for. I haven't been this angry for a long, long time. I want to hurt her. I want to physically harm her. I want to emotionally scar her. I'm not going to, but I want to. I want to see her bleed and watch her cry and I want her to loose everything she cares about. I hope her dogs get out, and are hit by a car, and she has to watch it happen. I hope her house burns to the ground, I hope she and Nessim get into an accident and Nessim is turned into a paralyzed vegitable of a man who never wakes from a coma, and that the car is totaled. I hope she's walking alone at night and is attacked, beaten, and raped. I hope she gets pregnant. I hope she miscarries. I want her to feel pain, I want her to suffer.
Numbness has it's blessings... I almost wish I were back in that. Anger is so draining, so exhausting. God, I really hate her. I just... wish I could get her out of my life for good. I wish I could do it with out giving up *everything* we shared. Unfortunately... I have to, because she refuses to give up *anything* and I can't share it with her right now.
Blah. This sucks.