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Journal: Home
People spend a lot of time at wotmania, and I think that's a bit of an understatement. I decided that letting people keep a journal at wotmania (whether it be about wotmania or Real Life™ in general) might be a good thing. These journals can be kept completely private, or open for the world. Below are some of the most recent entries that are available for public consumption. Enjoy!
Am I weird or what?
Author: Danu
Posted: Monday, October 13, 2008
Views: 20
Remember my journal about The Bully and the other one about the drama queen? We have all made it perfectly clear we dislike each other. There are other drama queens exist where I work.
I called work on Saturday saying that I wasn't coming in because I just found out my father died and asked that no one be told.
I wanted to go to work on Sunday and just do my job, focus; no drama, no questions, no tears.
Somehow with out anyone telling, everyone knew.
So Sunday morning I showed up at the morning meeting and half the drama queens plus The Bully in the store were there and they all wanted to hug me.
I do not like hypocrisy
I turned them all off and hurt their feelings by holding up my hands and saying, "Please, I'm here to work, I'm trying to hold it together and I'd rather you didn't, I'd rather you all just let me."
While I did plan on telling a few close friends at work, those who would respect my privacy I didn't want everyone to know especially those who would make a scene.
I can understand someone, even someone who does not especially like me saying, "I'm sorry for your loss" but wanting to give me a hug like they are my friend?
Lunatic Liberal Pagan proudly wardered by Crazy Conservative Christian Starbolt
CrazedWeasel
BD twin to TT
We are the ones who worship the sun, follow the birds, and dream in the sky, we are the ones that light fire to the stars.~Unknown
fuck me
Author: Hieshyn
Posted: Monday, October 13, 2008
Views: 57
running.
Warder to ViolentKai 
 Co-Founder of TEVT
The God King  est. 1991
"When your god gives you lemons, you find a new god"
CH 41
Author: LaSombra
Posted: Monday, October 13, 2008
Views: 55
I know these chapters have been slow-going. I'm sorry about that...Hope this is a good one. Maybe some stuff is coming together for you now  Let me know if you catch any typoes or anything too 
CH 41
Khali awoke in a thick fog. Her hands were bound behind her back and her feet were bound straight. She couldn't see or feel anything but the jostling of the confining wooden box that surrounded her. She tried to stretch and her feet hit the end of the box. Pointing her toes, he shoved her head up and realized that was the other end of the box. Was she in a coffin? She opened her mind to find Nin very close but still passed out, probably in another box. She guessed by the rough road that she was in the back of some kind of cart, being pulled toward where she sensed Von. She tried to reach out to him in her mind but just as she started to do so, he suddenly vanished from her mind.
Panicking, she began to kick the end of the box and twisting around, anything to gain some movement. Where were they taking her? She tried to cry out, discovering her voice to be hoarse. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she blubbered in fear. Suddenly a square hole was open in front of her face and the skull face of a Krimm peered through at her with its firey eyes. It dropped something in the box next to her head that smoked and shut the box again. She slowly began to fall back into the foggy sleep.
It was spring of the previous year. Khali and Maleira were running errands to town for their mother, walking together down the road, Khali pulling a small cart behind her. Little purple and white flowers grew along the sides of the road, signaling the start of warmer weather.
“Aren’t they pretty, Maleira? We should bring some home to mother and grandmother!”
“Sure, if you want. I don’t care.” Maleira was always in a frump, even as Khali attempted to lighten the mood. She'd never been especially friendly to Khali, but then, she was her sister and that's what sisters do, right?
"I'll wait until we're on our way home so they don't wilt," Khali said with a smile, walking lightly. Her sister trudged along a few steps behind her, head bent in thought, a stern look on her face. Khali shrugged and continued on, forgetting about her sister's attitude. It was a beautiful day and she intended to enjoy it with or without Maleira's sulking.
Once in town, the girls stopped at the market, picking out food items to bring home. They also needed to stop at the general store for some sugar and flour. It was the day before feast day so they needed quite a lot for the big meal tomorrow. The cart soon grew heavier and more difficult to pull, nearing the end of their trip.
"I want to stop in and see Nin before we head back, Maleira. We can get some pastries while there also." Khali smiled brightly, thinking of her best friend before closing her eyes and speaking with her mind. "Nin, we're on our way. I'll be there in just a few minutes."
"You go. I want to go visit at the mill for a while. Meet me there." Khali nodded in agreement and pulled the cart down a side street that led to the bakery. Maleira was always wanting to visit with Lori. Khali supposed it was not much different from her visiting Nin...except she never wanted to do certain things with Nin that she'd caught Lori and Maleira doing in the past.
Khali entered the bakery, taking in the smell of baking bread. Nin looked up from her work and smiled, "How's everything going?"
"Great. It's nice out today. The flowers are starting to bloom. I love the springtime." Khali parked her cart near the door and approached the counter where Nin was working.
"Yeah, I wish I could be out there. Maybe I'll be off work before it gets too late today. I just have left to bake a few more dozen cookies and the dough is all made up and ready to scoop."
"Speaking of cookies..." Khali gave Nin a mischevious grin while reaching into her pocket, "I'll take a few of those sugar cookies there for the road." Khali extended her hand and placed a few coins on the counter for Nin.
Nin, accepting the coins, reached into a case and presented several sugar cookies, placing them into a bag, "You and your sweet tooth, I swear!"
"You coming over for feast dinner tomorrow, Nin?"
"Yep. I'll bring over some bread if you want. We did some great-looking sourdough today and it always tastes better the second day."
"That would be awesome, Nin. I love your bread." Khali leaned sideways against the counter as she spoke to Nin, "Maleira is visiting her friend, Lori, today. I've got to run over there to get her before I go back home.
"Well, I guess I'd better take off and let you work so you can be outside as soon as possible. I need to get this food back home anyway." Khali smiled at Nin and waved as she turned to open the door, grasping the cart on her way out. "See you tomorrow!"
Khali stepped out in the sun and felt the cool spring breeze on her face, smelling the freshly tilled dirt in the air. She loved springtime. The grain would be planted by now, ready for the growing season. Flowers were starting to bloom. She always felt invigorated in this weather.
Starting toward the mill, Khali wondered about Maleira. Why was she always in such a mood lately? Khali knew that she was going through a lot of problems since the rape but Maleira didn't have to take it out on her. Khali grew angry at Maleira, thinking about how she'd always treated her like the scourge of the land. She'd been jealous since the day Khali was born and would play mean tricks on her as a kid but now... now she was just plain vicious. Lately, she took every opportunity she could get to say cutting remarks or treat Khali like garbage.
The mill stood silent today, a day or rest for the workers. Khali smiled to herself at the thought of a few of the men who worked there. Some were really handsome and she always looked for certain ones to give shy glances too as she passed by. Today, nobody would be around though. The miller's house sat further up the road from the mill, within walking distance, and Khali made her way to the front door, knocking lightly.
Elena, the miller's elder daughter, greeted her at the door with a smile, stepping aside to let her in, "Hi there, Khali. Maleira is in back with Lori. I'll go get her for you, come in."
The miller's house was huge, the domed ceiling twice as tall as those of most houses on the island. Fancy tapestries hung on the walls, displaying scenes of silos, mills and grain fields, the pride of the business. Khali took her seat in a carved cherry wood chair, placing her hands in her lap while she waited patiently.
Khali sat with her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her hand, almost ready to fall asleep, when Maleira finally came out to leave with her. She walked past Khali and rapped on the side of her head with the end of her finger, "Hey, come on, let's go."
Without hesitating, she walked to the door, turning to wave to Lori before opening and shutting the door. Khali jumped up and gave a friendly smile to Elena and Lori, shuffling toward the door. "See you later," she said with a smile, receiving one only from Elena. Lori bore a scowl resembling that of Maleira.
When Khali passed through the door, catching the cart on her way, she noticed Maleira taking the back road home. It was just about equal distance but passed along the perimiter of the island instead of going through town and around like the other road.
"Can't you wait up? I've got this cart here." Khali hurried to catch up, pulling the cart awkwardly behind her, cursing silently to herself about Maleira's attitude.
"You can catch up. It's not my fault you're so slow." Maleira kept walking, not looking back.
Khali sighed to herself, hoping to eventually come close to catching up, not really wanting to walk beside her sister anyway. Up ahead, she heard a man's voice by the bank, followed by another. Her heart leaped in her chest as she recognized some of the men who worked in the mill.
They neared the voices and came upon the men. They had lines cast out into the calm river. She recognized all of them but couldn't help but watch Selvan, a boy she had known since she was young. She always enjoyed looking into his beautiful eyes as they tried to communicate to her without words.
Self conscious, Khali waved to them as she slowed her pace. Von turned to follow Selvan's gaze to find the girls nearing, "Hi there, Khali, Maleira. Been to town today, I see?"
Maleira was suddenly very friendly toward Von, "Yes, we were buying supplies for feast day tomorrow. We'll be making a nice dinner at home. You should join us sometime."
Von's eyes peered inward as a blush rose to his cheeks, "Well, thank you, Maleira. That might be nice." He looked at Khali as he spoke, causing Maleira to visibly stiffen.
Maleira cleared her throat, "So you're fishing, hm? Having a fish dinner tomorrow at feast? I love to smoke salmon."
"yes, my mother wants a few fish for dinner tomorrow. We've caught a few trout and some salmon. Should be a nice dinner." He seemed to be trying not to look at Maleira while she spoke, probably trying not to lead her on.
Maleira was becoming annoyed by her failure to coax him, "You ready to get home, Khali?" she said tartly, "That meat might spoil if we don't get it home."
Khali waved to the guys with a smile, causing them all to smile back, before following her sister, who was stalking off down the road. What was that about, wondered Khali.
When they'd gone further down the road, Maleira spun to face Khali, jealousy and anger in her eyes, "What is it with you?"
Taken aback, Khali could only stop and stand with her jaw working to make words.
"Look at you, standing there like the idiot you are. That's probably why those boys like you. Boys tend to like the stupid girls who they can lure to their beds quicker."
"Maleira, I...What are you talking about?" Khali took her hand of the cart's handle and crossed her arms in front of her, sticking a foot out to the side.
"Oh, you know...you and those little doe eyes, trying to appear so sweet. Why can't they look at me that way? I want to marry someday too, ya know...but no. There you are in my way, always taking their advances. I wish you hadn't been born, Khali. I wish that more than anything in this world."
Maleira's words stung like a whip. Khali's eyes began to mist and she covered them with her hands, running toward the trees, huddling under an oak.
"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done talking to you, you little whore." Maleira came up behind Khali, planting a hand on her right hip, turning Khali forcefully by the shoulder with the other. "One of these days, you will wish you were never born, Khali. I want you to know that. I want you to realize it deep down inside. You are nothing. You are crap."
Khali looked at the empty hatred in her sister's face, knowing full well Maleira meant what she said, "Well, maybe I'd have been better off without you too, Maleira. Did you ever think of that? Just because you came first, doesn't mean you're any better than me. I don't try to attract all those boys. I only care about one, Selvan. He's my age. You can have any one of them you want if you just act civil."
Maleira gritted her teeth causing a vein to bulge in her temple. Drawing in a deep breath, she backhanded Khali, spinning her toward the oak. "No, I am better than you. You are nothing. Nothing."
The pain in Khali's head turned to anger as she looked at the hate and triumph in Maleira's face. "You will not speak to me this way anymore, Maleira. You hear me?" She shoved Maleira by the shoulders, causing her to sit down hard in the soft dirt. Surprise registered on her face before she got up to kneel, grabbing Khali by the shins, pulling both out from under her.
Khali's breath caught in her throat as she felt herself tumble backwards over the cliff. She turned as she fell, seeing the river nearing as she fell as if in slow motion. Then she saw a rock peeking out from the water, coming straight toward her forehead. Darkness descended upon her as she felt the cool water lapping around her body. She wasn't completely unconscious but could feel the energy leaving her body. Time seemed to stand still as she bobbed around in the water.
What seemed like hours later, she felt herself being lifted by strong arms, carried somewhere. She was sat down and the person began smacking her face around lightly, trying to wake her. She could feel herself groan but was unable to hear her own voice. She strained to open her eyes, her vision cloudy, but could see the outline of Von's face as he tried to wake her. Trying to figure it out, she could feel herself leave her body.
LaSombra
"Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." Benjamin Franklin
<3 Joe
*lurves her rock*
Grandma update
Author: Gaylen Wolfe Sedai
Posted: Monday, October 13, 2008
Views: 82
Heart problem healed.
Lung cancer found.
Empress of the Poofy Pillow Pile Palace. Perpetually.
Comtesse of The Court of High King Tayron; Lady of the Horse and Various Fauna.
Lord Gaidin's Aes Sedai
Sister of the Sisterhood of Oscar
Sister to Becca&Sara
Cha cha, cha CHA!
Author: Drizzt Do Urden
Posted: Monday, October 13, 2008
Views: 159
And I'm done Survivor Tremalking Episode 6. Now I just have to wait for it to be put up...any minute now. Seriously. Any minute. Just wait and see. You waiting? Gooooood...
 I am the DO
 Member of the Awesome Ajah
 Follower of Insanity
 Your Doom
 I think Mat is the best character
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Balloon Popping
Author: grogg0316
Posted: Monday, October 13, 2008
Views: 281
So while I am walking down the street today there are all these balloons describing the planned home coming events. Now, I really don't care about home coming. But as I'm looking at the balloons, all I can think about is how much fun it would be to walk down the sidewalk with a large pin, popping every balloon as I passed them. I wonder if I'm amoral.
A Brave new world will rise from the ashes
And there upon a rock titanic, I'll cast a giant
Shadow on the face of the deep
And never again will they dare to call me
A freckled, spotty, specky, four eyed
Weedy little creep!
WoT Tattoo
Author: twentyperfectstrangers
Posted: Monday, October 13, 2008
Views: 369
So, true devotion. I got a WoT tattoo.
It is on the small of my back, black cursive. It says "If wishes were horses then beggars would ride."
Yay WoT
In Hong Kong, a woman is legally able to kill her cheating husband only if she uses her bare hands. She can kill the mistress any way she likes. My question is, does the mean less adultery or better sneaking?
Having a good day...
Author: LaSombra
Posted: Monday, October 13, 2008
Views: 322
ok, so it's still Sunday where I'm at, 10pm
I deserve a good day after all the crap I've been through lately.
My husband seems to be finally accepting that I need my space apart from him. I've got the room to myself at night now. He's staying in the family room. He knows I'm wanting to think about other guys and will try to back off from that even.
He still has hopes that he can someday win me back but I told him that I'm not going to promise to still be available. I can't promise something like that. I don't know what the future will hold.
But yeah, my day started out wonderfully awesome...and kept on being good
yay
LaSombra
"Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." Benjamin Franklin
<3 Joe
*lurves her rock*
 everything was going better
Author: Gaylen Wolfe Sedai
Posted: Sunday, October 12, 2008
Views: 288
Grandma's in the hospital for triple bypass surgery. Prognosis is good...
but still.
Empress of the Poofy Pillow Pile Palace. Perpetually.
Comtesse of The Court of High King Tayron; Lady of the Horse and Various Fauna.
Lord Gaidin's Aes Sedai
Sister of the Sisterhood of Oscar
Sister to Becca&Sara
Waiting on 'one-day's.
Author: nolens_volens
Posted: Sunday, October 12, 2008
Views: 397
I like pretending to talk to you.
(Because then I always win.)
And if I can dance in my kitchen at two in the morning and then lie on the cold tile and whisper those conversations to myself, mother, I can do anything!
Stretch the metaphor, because that's what you do. Thanksgiving's coming along, and the poor turkey isn't quite so optimistic...
Inevitability isn't nearly as frightening when it's vague and distant.
Keep those knives away from me!
Poetry-covered potatoes brutally skinned...
Yeah, don't you know it, the darling little main course.
Think it's funny that I sit reading classics in the closet? Well, fuck you.
They're tricky to eradicate, these termites of the brain, and you know that the hard-shelled little insect of rebellion will survive long after you've exhausted yourselves.
Child-appropriate is a dirty word, starting now. Freedom of speech, of ideas! Of rebellion!
Sheltered. Lied to! Constructed, not grown. Break those boundaries.
The light of day ridicules, but by cover of night the young will rise up...
Rise up and...
The dream fades.
It's silly trying to guilt-trip me, the only thing stopping you from hitting me now is your own conscience.
I didn't ask for any of this!
It's not my fault.
My privilege, my misfortune.
Such an ungrateful bastard, but there you have it.
And don't forget to put a smile on when you strive!
This manages to sound like every other cliche I can summon up, but it's my cliche.
Dear self: Do not let the excitement fade.
Somewhere, all stories are real, and all dreams come true...
Never accept anything from anyone... theres a good chance it isn't free
Author: Brooklynn
Posted: Sunday, October 12, 2008
Views: 556
Even if you think that there are no strings attached there are. Even if they don't want anything physical from you they expect you to feel as though you owe them something. Tonight was terrible. Me and my roomate had a fight. The dryer is now officially broken and of course it's my fault and he knows the mechanics of these things because "his dad is an electrician". I don't doubt that the fan is broken but every other dryer I have ever used was perfectly capable of handling the loads I put in so I think this one was a little worse for wear before I used it. Then he goes and brings up the fact that his parents didn't charge me for my first month of rent. Wow that was a low blow. I really just want him to accept my money and never bring it up again, but he won't. This is the second time he has thrown that in my face, if it happens again I will give the money directly to his parents or put it into his account somehow. There is no way in hell I will allow that to be held over my head. I just feel really embarrassed that I cried in front of him, but it really hurts when he throws the money card in there, honestly I work my butt off and I just can't stand that he would bring that up, or the fact that his parents bought the dish soap. Also he is getting mad about how clean the house is.. which for two university students it isn't bad. I mean I will admit that I fell like I have no time whatsoever to clean. I go to school and I go to work, I come home and I want bed, he fortunately doesn't have a job so doesn't know the feeling of exhaustion. I can't wait til he moves out in a year. Then I will have to find a new roomate ... ugh I wish this was a one bedroom place. Maybe then our friendship can be fixed. But I doubt it. We are two completely different people. He strives for perfection... I get by doing what I can. I'm so unbelievably stressed and lonely. And he is the only person I know in this entire province. I'm really hating life right now, but I'm young and things are sure to get better. I've made my mistakes and I will learn from them, and I will grow as a person, and my hard work will pay off. Right? Oh god I can't even think of the possibility of everything not paying off... I really wanted this to be fun and adventurous and exciting but it certainly is none of those things.
If by soft drinks you really mean hard liquor then absolutely!
I tawt I saw a romulin.
I lust you Joel B
it's been awhile...
Author: HiderBehindFakeNames
Posted: Saturday, October 11, 2008
Views: 614
I've been way stressed with the new boyfriend. Boys are nothing but trouble sometimes Also, one of my dogs ran away right after the older one died. My friends were nice enough to help me with a mini funeral in my backyard though. It's about an acre in size so we just buried him way back by the tree line. Gabe loved it out there.
Well feels better just venting..
TeVt 1.0 back in business!!!
I love Tay Tay!!!
My Papa died
Author: Danu
Posted: Saturday, October 11, 2008
Views: 676
I came home from the laundry mat to go pee.
My roommate left me a note saying "Call your youngest brother ASAP"
Then he told me the other roommate, "The Leprechaun", took a call from my sister asking for my work number
I feared what these phone calls were about but I had to finish my laundry first.
After I got back from doing my laundry I called my youngest brother...
My Papa died. My beautiful Papa.
My Papa who taught me to see elephants in the clouds.
My Papa who showed me the stars, The Big Dipper, Orion's Belt, the red star that is really not a star at all but rather the planet Mars.
My Papa who I butted heads with. My Papa who was an anachronism.
My Papa who, when I was seventeen we would sit out on the porch drinking wine and talking about politics and religion and life and sometimes we would agree and sometimes we would not agree at all.
My Papa who put so many restrictions on me.
My Papa who I blame for so many of my issues with men.
My Papa who was distant except when he'd been drinking.
My Papa who I was always afraid of disappointing.
My Papa who was a dreamer.
My Papa who walked to work in old boots.
My Papa who came home with The Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings for me because "I know you will fall in love with these books." when he was supposed to spend the money on a new pair of boots for himself.
My Papa who I said things to cause him pain....I remember one time when I was very young when I said "Papa I wish you wouldn't sing with Mama 'cuz you are ruining the song", I don't remember him ever singing again.
My Papa the dreamer.
My Papa who sometimes didn't understand me at all but at other times understood me better than anyone.
I love you Papa.
Lunatic Liberal Pagan proudly wardered by Crazy Conservative Christian Starbolt
CrazedWeasel
BD twin to TT
We are the ones who worship the sun, follow the birds, and dream in the sky, we are the ones that light fire to the stars.~Unknown
I love caffiene!
Author: grogg0316
Posted: Friday, October 10, 2008
Views: 1018
Granted I'm bouncing off the walls incredibly hyper active but it's so much fun! I want to run around with my arms out making air plane sounds or yelling "Roar!" and pretending to be a barbarian!
WHEEEE!
Super special awesome grogg! ROAR!
A Brave new world will rise from the ashes
And there upon a rock titanic, I'll cast a giant
Shadow on the face of the deep
And never again will they dare to call me
A freckled, spotty, specky, four eyed
Weedy little creep!
I think i'm going to stay away from chat for a while
Author: moridin15
Posted: Thursday, October 09, 2008
Views: 1167
as i no longer feel welcome there
EDIT: bah never mind. i can't stay away welcome or not 
 Warder to ViolentKai
FredWeasleys Asha'man
Screamingdefiances Asha'man
The Grave Is No Bar To My Call
found some old posts...man, I was a wreck then...
Author: LaSombra
Posted: Thursday, October 09, 2008
Views: 1104
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http://wotmania.com/messageboard2showmessage.asp?MessageID=276707
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Wow, just...wow...I can't believe I went back to him then...and then we had a baby after that. I was such an idiot. Oh, but I wouldn't trade Benny for the world though. For anyone to think I should go back to this creep...*shake head* No, no freaking way.
Just reading those posts brought back the hurt and pain that he put me through then...it was in my own words. I sit here crying again, too. I hate crying.
LaSombra
"Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." Benjamin Franklin
<3 Joe
*lurves her rock*
I am Jack's rage
Author: M & M Maddy
Posted: Thursday, October 09, 2008
Views: 1135
Lord of mine.. I don't know if i can do this task i took on in your name.
I am so angry and frustrated.
Direct me. Help me.
Golden_Lilly:I was starting to think you'd run off with Maddy.
Edge: I don't run anywhere. I'd have sauntered off with Maddy.
You are my audiance
Kalin: Our Bond is so strong, I taste it when you drink tequila
Vegas '05 & '06
not getting much support at home
Author: LaSombra
Posted: Thursday, October 09, 2008
Views: 1151
Mom is mad at me because I don't care enough to see a counselor. Problem is, I think it's too late. It might have been helpful 5 years ago and back then, the thought hadn't occurred to me actually. I wish I'd thought of it but I didn't. Instead, I gave him chance after chance after chance to straighten up. He recognizes that our problems are his fault. He knows it and now wants "Just one more chance" but...I would just be faking happiness even if he did change.
The only support I get is you all online and my friends back home in Ohio. Dad stays out of it, Mom thinks he should get another chance, his mother is begging me to give him another chance. I guess I should call my brother. He just works so much. *sigh*
Mom got mad at me when she was trying to convince me to just go to a counselor and I said I just didn't even care enough anymore about him to go. She said, "Well, I guess marriage doesn't mean much to you then." I said, "Well, not anymore, I guess."
Marriage didn't seem to mean much to him when he kept secrets, kissed other women and stayed out all night drunk while I stayed home worrying if he'd ever make it back.
gah!
LaSombra
"Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." Benjamin Franklin
<3 Joe
*lurves her rock*
Are you incapable of feeling anger?
Author: Clover
Posted: Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Views: 1260
Do you have trouble accessing your inner rage? Do you lay awake worrying that you'll end up being pinned with one of those pansy cardinal sins like Gluttony or Sloth, when deep down you know you're a badass Wrath? Well, we've got a one-two-instant fix for you! Become the wrathiest of mortals simply by...
Getting a job in retail!!!
That's right, dear readers, just one day in retail will teach you how to hate, loathe, and devise violent fantasies about your customers (and/or fellow employees). Trapped in a cycle of endless futility, even the most soft-spoken lass will begin to dream of screaming epithets at stooped (but slobby) old women. We guarantee that you will never again be described as calm, sweet, or imperturbable. Just email us at retailrage@hotmail.com today, and begin on your own very special journey to all-consuming fury.
Clover
Paul's lass <3
Obama '08! 
"I have an excellent vocabulary-type thing." - Jen
Author: Brooklynn
Posted: Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Views: 1300
One thing I don't get about most people is why the hell they don't tell someone when they are doing something that is bothering them. My roomate is clearly pissed at me for something, but is just giving me the silent treatment. I know that we had an argument the other day but if anyone should be mad about that its me. He is a control freak who is trying to dictate my life. And that bothers me, and I let him know, and he was unhappy. I still did what he wanted me to do so that should have shut him up! (I wouldn't have but he is the only person I know in this province and I really don't want to fight with him). It just pisses me off that he won't tell me what I'm doing to piss him off other then not doing exactly what he wants when he wants it done... like jeeze I'm not his child and I refuse to play that game.
If by soft drinks you really mean hard liquor then absolutely!
I tawt I saw a romulin.
I lust you Joel B
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