Today, I feel like a mine-field disguised as an airstrip. Tomorrow? I'll feel like I'm in queue, single file, and the only one in line. Seventeen days from now? I'll have forgotten how to count. My motivation literally fell through a hole in my neck like so much viscous colloid doing the sizzle sputterdance on my stomach acid. Being sick has its
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Anyway, you've rammed the bullseye with your phallus of insight yet again and intuited the real reasons for my post. It was either pretentious literary references or, oh I don't know, stealing your example by cranking the raffle cage and pulling out one of three topics in my repertoire that would span the interests of how much laundry there is to do, or how much I hate work, or how much I must be irritating my non-existent wife with pitiful whiny anxiety problems.
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As for the rest of your retort...pot. kettle. black. The only difference in our repertoires is that yours is poorly hidden beneath a convoluted mass of ostentation.
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Well duh, I've said as much - you're an illiterate carbon-copy emo boy sock monkey. That's all it's telling. Case in point:
yours is poorly hidden beneath a convoluted mass of ostentation
While your obsequious accusations are flattering, I do think it's odd you've trundled your encephalitic head of ignorance into this with the implication that a single, commonly known word warrants such blanket statements - perhaps born of some kind of severe intellectual impotence or some pavid sense of inadequacy.
Don't worry, I praise your modesty. Next time, in honor of you, I'll refrain from using any allusions to The Illiad since they obviously didn't teach that to the kids off the short bus.
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Right now I just have an index card to hand to people that spells out if they mention a particular subject, how long of a rant they will subject themselves to.
Art: 30m to an hour
Work (broken into subcatergories)
boss: 2 min
co-workers: 10 minutes
Stupid customers: 20 minutes
Allies: 2 minutes
Communists: 10 minutes
United Way Charities: 1 hour <
This allows people to decide how much free time they have to sit around and bullshit with me on a particular subject or a tminimum warn them of hot topics.
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Haha. Personally, I like waking up everyday and instead of Stuart-esque Positive Affirmations in front of a mirror, it's Negative Affirmations in front of a bleeding goat's head that coarsely brays and bleats the names of my enemies which only I can hear. Though a raffle cage would be less messy.
Your index card, in reality, sounds like Wonka's golden ticket to an hour's worth of pure spite-filled entertainment.
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