Get drunk, find a gun

So whatever today's blogger brings is immediately trumped by my superior achievements: I beat red mage Maat (went 1/1 awww yeah), got Sky access and got to level 71. All I have to do is print a picture depicting these three achievements on one screen (cut and paste job I assume) and it's basically a "get laid instantly by any girl ever" card. Yeah I totally beat the fuck out of Maat. Bitch didn't see the 390 damage Aero III coming his way until he was already battered by gale force winds.
So whatever, Magi_Sammy.
So here's her biography:

...is owned by a cosplayer/artist/writer/actress who WILL talk about her life most of the time, sometimes (admittedly) whine and complain, but more often then not post fun/amusing stuff.

Ha, ha everyone fancies themselves an artist, writer and actor, don't they? I know I've said this before but this just further proves it.
As I've admonished before, just because you write does not make you a writer.

I finally finished one full season (62 episodes) and the first movie of One Piece.

Cool. How does it feel being 12 trapped in an adult body?

Durrr, awesome pirates are awesome.

Eaaaaaaaaaaaasy. I'll be WATCHING you. Scum.

Cosplay bunnies are biting, as always. But right now, I can't decide between Luffy and Sanji. They're both my favorites. Luffy for being just a ridiuculously adorable retard/amazing badass all at the same time. Sanji for being a cancer-stick chewing smooth criminal. ;^; Durr help f-list? DECIDE MY FATE, plz?

I'll decide your fate: kill yourself.
Now there's pictures from an anime expo which is about as embarrassing as it sounds, way to dress up in costume.

I just got another one of those "durrr UR COSTUME IS SO GOOODD. I need to no how to meke it!!11 Tell me!"

Please take the compliment. Let's not make a production out of this, please.
Here, I'll set up a situation for practice:
"hey way to be an awesome red mage for going 1/1 on Maat!"
"Thanks. It is awesome!"
There you go. No false modesty.

I guess I'm at the end of my rope with these questions because I just PMed this person back and said "It's actually rude to message someone with that question."

"Actually upon closer inspection your costume is shit. I'm glad you didn't mail me directions because I wouldn't want to think you wasted all that time typing shit no one will ever use."
Would be my response.

D8 GOD. Whatever happened to trial and error? Do people need step-by-step tutorials for everything nowadays?

Yeah and back in my day no one knew how to paint Warhammer figures. Now they do, and people can learn from the techniques of the successful. Oh, what, ever have trouble in school? You're sure fucking lucky no teacher or fellow student said "HEY TRIAL AND ERROR, ASSHOLE!"
Goddamn I hope you get irrevocably stuck in something and no one will help your conceited ass.
Also, reading comprehension: they didn't ask for step by step directions, they just asked how you did it, so something like "oh here's kind of what I tried:" would have sufficed.
I guess if you don't want people to comment on shit you do DON'T SHOW OTHER PEOPLE.
Goddamn I hate people like you. Posting shit and expect nothing but ego stroking sycophancy.

My Mom is trying to tell me that graphic novels are pointless pieces of shit. :/

Tell your mom to go fuck herself. Pretty much all forms of entertainment are technically pointless but enjoying life is kind of what makes life fun.
And yes, 99% of comics (comics) are devoid of any artistic/literary merit. That doesn't keep Fist of the North Star from being totally awesome, though.

God, when I found out Farrah died, that was hard enough. Then Michael Jackson? It's just like...what? Is it possible? Can these people actually die?

Yes. As evidenced by the fact that they did die.

Oh and...

OOH. AAH. YOU WISH YOU WERE A SENIOR!!

I'm already in college, sweetie.
So her costume schedule for an anime convention (can't believe I just said that) includes Sailor Venus (ha, ha but you'd have to be pretty for that!)
Now here's a post entitled "omigosh i suck" which is true.

A dress that fit me perfectly in August is now tight on me.

Just great.

:3
Eating too many cupcakes, fattie?

Unfortunately, I didn't get into UCLA. :/ But I sorta expected it. I mean, they accept maybe 90 people for the Theater Major

>theater major
Ha, ha, oh you. Majoring in something that'll get you a job, I see.

But I didn't really like their program very much, so I'm fine with it. It sucks to get rejected always, but I'm not horribly upset about it...

That's the spirit. Didn't accept me? FUCK YOU I DIDN'T WANT TO GO ANYWAY ;_;

Just about an hour ago, my mother called one of my friends a "loser who needs to get a life."

Ha, ha siiiiiiiiiiiiick.

She then proceeded to get pissy and say that she was "tired of this abuse."

Troll who can't take trolling on the rebound. SHE IS SMALLTIME.

I'm so tired of this. I need to get out of this house. I can't stand my mother's hissy fits and my father's passivity a moment later. That's right -- Dad heard ALL of this and didn't say a word.

Your dad is a smart man.

I would've preferred him backing up Mom rather than just sitting there like a fucking lump. But Dad hates confrontation. And it drives me insane.

Choosing sides between his wife and his daughter. Seems reasonable to me. Really he should have stepped in and called you both cunts, but hey, what can you do?

"Soon, you'll be in college, and you won't have to see me every day, and I bet you'll be really happy about that, won't you?!"

She probably is just getting that, what's it, empty nest shit.

So I guess I'll just post a piece of writing I threw together for the literary magazine at school and get some feedback from the writers/editors on my LJ.

All right.

Juliette Blanders was a girl who deserved everything in the world, of that I was positive. I’d never met a woman with more talent, more charisma, or more intelligence than Juliette. But from the way I describe her, you might think her nothing but an individual blessed with desirable qualities.

So I might. Actually I was just musing how long until this turned cliched, and I'm counting on it next paragraph.

On the contrary, Juliette was a developed sort-of creature, only making her more exquisite.

What? Just delete this sentence. It adds nothing and makes no sense.

From everything I’ve said, you might think I was in love with the nearly perfect Miss Blanders. But, strangely enough and for reasons that even I cannot explain, I was never attracted to Juliette in that way. I didn’t love her – I appreciated her – a vastly different emotion.

Oh oh shit just had a big yawn. Sorry. What were you saying?

Our flats were right across the street from one another, and thus, our visits were frequent. Sometimes, after a particularly tiring day, Juliette would bring over her Chemistry texts and enough tea to last us through the night.

Ah yes the popular passtime in England of "reading chemistry books".

I would provide the red plush couch that always smelled new – as if it had retained the odor of the store I had purchased it from; we would sit on it together, a friendly distance apart.

Good grief, do you really have no filter on what goes to your story? IT SMELLED NEW, YOU KNOW LIKE IT STILL SMELLED LIKE THE STORE I BOUGHT IT-- yeah I fucking got it. I'm not a complete waterhead.
Wow imagine a girl about to graduate school is writing a story about a girl graduating from school. That's-- that's quite a stretch.

“It’s all rubbish anyway,” she would sigh, throwing her textbook on the coffee table in a public display of her surrender.

IT'S RUBBISH AND I'M BRI'ISH. FLAT, RUBBISH, QUITE.

“Charlie,” she would say, her voice sweet, as if she were glowing with curiosity, “what do you think life’s going to reward you?”

Oh high school kids~
Ha, ha burn on comments:

The net effect, to me, is a bit pretentious. Were you striving for that?

High five, battle brother.

The writing is good though I'm unclear of the overall tone. Is it a comedy or a drama or a romance?

Whoa easy, chief. There clearly is no thought given to tone or meaning or actual plot or anything. It's just a dialog-laden vignette. I'm not even sure you could, in good faith, call this a short story since there's literally no plot.
It's two characters talking about shit. Poorly. So it's basically like my best seller Twilight, only not fifteen trillion pages.

He bagged my book and told me to have a "really great day" but I didn't really want to let it end there. I introduced myself and he told me his name too and we shook hands and stuff.

I don't know, maybe I'm reading WAY too much into it.

A cashier telling you to have a great day? I don't know, sister, he probably wants to marry you.
Dope.

I developed Cellulitis in my face (a complication of the flu).

Praise be to Nemesis, she who punishes the vainglorious. This is preemptive punishment for the bullshit you pulled later with your costume comment hi jinx.

;( I'm alive, I promise! And if you haven't gotten your flue vaccine GET ONE. GET ONE NOW. THIS SECOND. STOP READING LJ AND GO GET VACCINATED! YOU WILL THANK YOURSELF LATER.

I get a flu shot every year but thanks for the protip, pox-face.

I don't really like the Homecoming Dance -- last year the music sorta failed epically. All generic rap and hip hop. I'll just have fun with my friends for three hours.

Imagine. A high school dance having shit music.

I told her, "I think you just don't want me to go away!"

I'm guessing you are the only child or youngest. Also nothing gets by you, sleuth.

"Well of course I don't!" in this voice that read "I have every right to impose what I want on your future".

Ha, ha wow. Sure is adding meaning that isn't necessarily there. You're going to look back on this period of your life in about six months and regret this.

Let me go where I want to go! I'm sorry if you're sad that your last child is leaving home, but I can't sacrifice what I want to spare your feelings!

Yes 10,000 points for me!
I saw that coming.
Youngest child.
Also yeah your mom probably wants you to live your life and shit but you could be a little nicer about it, okay.

You're right. I'll do that. Some concrete evidence will convince Mom that the programs aren't the same.

Glad to see your friends aren't complete dopes.
Well I guess it's time to wrap this up. In conclusion, you're all right, kid. You better fucking check yourself, though. You're peering over the dangerous precipice that is the life of an eternal cunt.

Oh My

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

I feel like I've run as far away as I can from who I am.

Metaphorically, presumably, since running from yourself is, of course, impossible.

I have completely changed my body, my lifestyle, my profession, my social and sexual habits... I am just a piece of who I am.

Uhh... I'm going to assume she means "a piece of who she was" otherwise that makes even less sense than I expected. How can you be more than you are? That doesn't even make sense. What, are you like Alpharius from Warhammer? One soul in two bodies?

I am something new and confusing.

SOMETHING SPECIAL AND UNIQUE, AND ALSO A BEAUTIFUL FLOWER--

I look back into my past, and I miss what I had and who I carried myself as. I was as open and vulnerable as a beautiful new flower, fully bloomed.

Fuck I was making fun of you, but you're serious.

Now I am a cactus. Can I go back? Would I really want to? Or did I get to this point as a defense mechanism?

Not sure where this is going now. Maybe it's time to drop the analogy and talk in more literal terms?

I wish I was prettier now. I wish I had more followers.

What, are you a cult now? By "followers" do you mean "friends"? If that's the case I think I see why everyone hates you.

I don't know that anything specific is wrong; I just think I deserve better than what I get right now.

Ha, ha, oh you. You "deserve" nothing. You get what you earn. Sometimes it's less than you expect, but your expectations and reality often are separate.

I work really hard at everything I do: my job, my chores, my appearance.

So do a lot of people. What's your point?

I am winning in so many ways, but this relationship is totally stagnant right now. It hurts and makes me feel so heavy sometimes. The feeling of unwantedness is like a heavy anchor, yanking me out of the clouds and into an abyss of loneliness and self-doubt.

Christ, could you be any more melodramatic?

My memories feel as dangerous and taboo as thinking about sex at work.

Uhhhhhhh, what?

I dare not tread on the images and haunting voices in my dreams.

What, are your dreams Promyvion from Final Fantasy XI? (hi references only I get)

I don't feel like complaining.

So... I guess the last paragraph and a half were something you didn't want to do, huh?

I need to get in touch with the spiritual side of myself again. I need to find my soul.

What is a soul, exactly? Define it. Is it your memories? Your emotions? Both? The essence of who "you" are? In which case it would be inseparable from your body, since your body and brain chemistry control all of these things.
You're silly for thinking there's a separate "essence" that has thus far remained undetected.
You're you. You're always you. You can never stop being you. If you've changed, then that's you changing. Somewhere along the line you wanted, or needed (or thought you needed) to change. That's it.
And aren't you glad? What if you were someone else? Yeah, it might be better, but it also might be a lot worse.

I feel a black hole inside me that is killing me from the inside.

No if you had a block hole inside you that'd be the end. You would be dead.

Atheism is devastating. I am not strong enough to live without a belief in something, even if only my personal strength and ability to change the world.

Err atheists can still believe in their own personal strength, or in the ability of society to perform, or even faith in (oh God) humanity. Atheism is just the rejection of supernatural beings, spirits, etc. No, lack of faith in anything at all would be cynicism.

Everyone was too chickenshit or self-absorbed to even ask if I was ok.

Ha, ha, ha, oh you. Classic case of "pot calling kettle black" I think.

I wish someone had just helped me. I wish someone had tried to find out what happened. I wish someone had tried to make me talk about it.

No, fuck you. Help yourself. The world isn't here to make *you* feel better every time you fall down and scrape your knee.
What is this bullshit? OH ALL MY DREAMS DIDN'T COME TRUE EVERYONE CHEER ME UP!

Here I am four or five years later, still singing the same song. How ugly! How black this world is to step on my flower buds.

Again, the world didn't step on your flower buds (whatever that means) the world doesn't even know you. Something unfortunate happened. You can either make it better on your own accord, or try to, or do what you're doing: being a total fucking cunt about it.
Given how this delightful journey has gone so far, I'm guessing it's all bitching from here on.

Buddhists believe that life is suffering. It is. But Buddhists also train to meditate on all emotions, especially suffering, to convert it into positive emotions like joy.

Actually Buddhism teaches we only know good feelings in relation to bad ones, so in a way, as you said, "all life is suffering" but the goal isn't to "convert" bad ones into good ones, the point is to transcend all emotions.

I've been struggling with this load for several years.

THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

No end to my suffering cycle in sight. *sigh*

Actually Buddhism, like all religions, is a search for the truth and not just an escapist mechanism to end transient bad feelings, but whatever. Also many Buddhists devote themselves to meditation and contemplation and self denial. Not only that, but they do a lot of charity work and shit like that.
Self denial and thinking about someone other than yourself, I suspect, is something you're very unfamiliar with.

The Best Times you fucked me were by surprise. I can still remember feeling your pants around your ankles as you bent me over in my kitchen so many years ago.

Oh good grief.

The diamond-like stars in the sky drop wishes to Earth every day.

As opposed to the diamond-like stars in the Earth that fly wishes into the sky every day. Also isn't this a line from Mario RPG?

This week I broke my vow to leave you alone forever when I found you online.

A man is only as good as his word (a woman, her word, whatever). Scum.

I had this dream in August 2004, right before we broke up. I had a dream that I was in my "warm place" in the wedding dress I picked out. I was barefoot, and I saw the remains of a fire. I approached the charred wood and noticed a branch warped like a pretzel. I picked it up carefully.

I'm starving. I wonder if there are any soft pretzels about.
Oh, right, sorry. DO CONTINUE.

It was an infinity symbol. The ashes dirtied my lily white feet. Only a month later I called the wedding off.

The infinity symbol. A symbol of power. Earthly power, typically. That's why it's frequently depicted above The Magician's head in Tarot.

If it's not a spell, then something else paranormal is going on.

I think the clinical term is "stone cold fuck nuts".

But who cared? Who honestly gave a shit?

No one. Wait, no one does care.
Why am I still here posting about this?
I'm going to go get a delicious pretzel or something now.

What is a man?

Here's our pro animu artist. Rather telling when I can't find any of his drawings even though I've located his blog, his myspace, and pictures of him.
Cool mutton chops, by the way. Very Chester A. Arthur.
So in the first entry he sets his schedule for the summer (very cute, by the way) and it's all this regimented shit that I suppose is supposed to make him better at drawing, but I don't know.

-a page a day in the sketchbook at least (is actually kind of required now that I've gotten in the BFA program) ...that's the one thats actually kind of assigned

-Listening to at least 1 animation podcast a week (most likely more) I just have a lot to catch up on...

-I'm going to try my best and keep up my anatomical studies... an hour a day just working my way around the body, like usual

Fine, fine, but what do you learn from that? Senseless copying and drawing probably won't make you better at it through sheer force of repitition. Life isn't really like an RPG, friend.

I'm amazed that It's a friday night (and a beautiful one at that) and yet I'm here int he art building working... I guess it shouldn't suprise me but it really does... I turned down 3 chances to drink tonight (some harder to pass up than others)... just to work in peace... funny right?

I'm sure you don't mean "ha ha" funny and I don't actually know you so I can't say if this is strange behavior, so don't fucking ask me.
Now there's a song I'm not reading.

Krazy night last night... and call me greedy but lately it seems no matter what happens or what I do I want more...

>Krazy
Easy.
Also, yes, that's pretty much the definition of greed.

Fuck.

I don't like being this vulgar usually but I can't think of a better way to express how I feel...

>fuck
>vulgar
Tee-hee.

Nightmare, rolling constantly and ajusting to the point where I ended up just watchign the last two hours pass before I had to get up thinking I wish it would all end soon.

So suck it up like a man, faggot. So you had a nightmare and rolled around all night like a goddamned pussy. Deal with it.
They say dreams are from Zeus, and he's probably punishing you for being a twat. Let this be a lesson.

Why has this goddamned neccesity plauged me my whole life?!!

Plauged. I'm going to be unusually generous and assume this is a typo.

(keep reading if you wanna hear a whole dialouge with myself inside my own head...)

All right I take it back, you can't fucking spell. Every time I'm generous with my typo allowance I get screwed. There's no such thing as a typo, just people who can't spell. Really, dialouge? Let's say that word outloud. Die-uh-louwj.
Protip: it's dialogue or dialog.

she was refrenceing some of out other firends who seem to constantly be stuck in either a mediocre or grumpy sour puss kinda mood all the time, but still I liked this thought.

>refrenceing

(it's a complex emotion)

If infact Sense and Sensibility is the title of my autobiography then only time will tell nothing I can do about it, the Colonel is just himself and goes and does his own thing untill others discover their mistakes and his real worth, sucks but that's life, nothing I can do about it, so why try to speed up some kind of idealized fate?

Holy shit, what? Let's take a time out from these bizarre philosophical ponderings and focus on your diction and grammar.

It's the end of the book anyway, lets not spoil the ending and just enjoy our journey through the pages right?
Be yourself is all you can be.

No, actually. Actors and spies pretend to be different people all the time with varying degrees of success.

There's not one lyric in the world that means more to me in this world (and I don't even like the band!!!) and I might seem like a broken record by now but thats what you get for listening into the thoughts of a crazy person, I have all the answers I know I get hung up on these things because of the long lonely nights alone stuck in a 3 colored building or inside the brick walls of my head where silence truely dwells, or because of the altered state of reality I land in after high levels of stress on a regular basis and low levels of sleep on a much more regular basis.

Jesus Christ, what? I've read opium-fueled ramblings that were more coherent than this (I'm dead fucking serious).
All the answers to what? Why should the color of the outside of a building make a difference to your disposition? What brick wall in your head? Are you Pink Floyd? Am I dying?
You're definitely not cool enough to pull of the vaguely emo "building a brick wall in my head that keeps people out" bit because you aren't backed by awesome guitar solos like Pink Floyd was.

It's kind of funny really, just like being a better artist or being funnier in general it's simple really I just have to be more careful, and that always sounds loads easier than it actually is...

Do you consider yourself funny? I have yet to read anything in this blog I'd even classify as a joke. I bet he's someone who thinks talking loud is like being funny.
They aren't the same thing, by the way. Being loud and being funny, that is.
Oh poetry. My favorite time of the day: shitty poetry time.

The cold air from the open window ony cools my tea prematurely...
Unlike those surounding us, I realize I don't have a chance with you.

That'd be "surrounding", Captain Phonics.

But still, the taste of tea is comforting
But stil, I love to enjoy your company

Unlike the tea, you make it hard to concentrate
both seem like an addiction
why can't I just focus anymore?
maybe it's always been this way?

I'll give you this one because you spelled "still" one line above.

I think I couldn't live a day with out my tea
but I'd try for you
I think I can't live a day with out a smile,
but making someone else smile is much more rewarding

"without" is one word, chief. Also, I'll tell you someone who isn't smiling: me.

Thinking about you're current predicaments and frowns, only torment me
when I can clearly remember those watermelon smiles and endless gigles in such clear proximity.

You're predicaments. You are Predicaments. Rare is the day I see people screw up grammar backwards like this. Also "giggles", Captain Phonics. You seem to have trouble with double consonant sounds.

So here we are (or here you aren't)
I've tried my best (possibly too hard)
and you won't change your mind...
nothing can stop my tea from growing cold.

Seems like a temporal impossibility to me. "Here we are (or here you aren't)" since the only (given) characters of this poem are the speaker (presumably the author in this case) and the person to whom he's speaking, it would be impossible to have "them" there and yet one absent, unless we're speaking psychologically absent, but I seriously doubt he's good enough at this to pull something like that.

But maybe tomorrow will be warmer?
I guarantee you I will try again
I promise a new cup will be brewed
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day...

(for you and me...)

That was pretty dire, brostorm. Further proving that all poetry is just paragraphs with random line breaks.
Of course I have read books of poetry similarly written, and they were staples in many universities as far as I can tell, so I'm clearly either a poor judge of poetry (doubtful) or all poetry is bullshit.
Except epic poetry, of course, which is the greatest form of writing there is.

Communication is one of the biggest gifts from God to man.

Oh-ho, is it?
I seem to recall a certain quote:

Come, let Us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech.

Genesis 11:7.
I must say, though, in terms of trolling that one was pretty good. Not as good as Eris "this golden apple will start the Trojan War" daughter of Zeus and Nyx (according to Hesiod's Theogony, anyway), but still pretty good.
Sure the end result is presumably greater than one war, but Eris didn't even really do anything to start this insane chain of events, whereas God had to change the way everyone spoke. Seems like a lot of work to me, and that's always an important consideration in rating the troll. Less work, greater result. That's my trolling moto, anyway.

"Judement day can not be stopped, only postponed... " okay that doesnt soud half as kool as I thought it would but... you get the point...

You're quoting fucking Terminator 3, what did you expect? Quotes that look good on paper?

You said tonight is a wonderful night to die.

"Baby, every night is a wonderful night to die." Sorry I'm not writing a biker movie set in the 1960s, am I?
All right I finally know this guy's name. DAN. HI DAN.
All I can say about your previous entries is this: learn what a paragraph break is.
GOOD BYE, DAN.

The Bro Crusade Continues

Today I tackled the Promyvion runs in FFXI and cleared them all, so pretty much any achievement imaginable pales in comparison. It's all there in the title: PROmyvion.
So here we are today.
A fellow Final Fantasy fan, going by the avatars. Yes, Final Fantasy VI was the best. This does not mean I'm going soft on you, though. If anything I'm now holding you to a higher standard because you are familiar with things that are not shit and therefore have no excuse for your heathen ways.

Two things that I find unfair:

Somehow I bet both of these articles you are, in fact, in control of, but do continue.

That I only truly want to be writing when I am nowhere near something that I can use to write.

Yep definitely don't give a fuck.

That in order to get a good job I have to do things like apply and interview and go to job fairs and that just scares me and makes me unhappy.

OH, WELL FUCK ME! LITTLE PRINCESS DOESN'T WANT TO DO WORK TO... GET A JOB?
Also I've cut about a paragraph from each of these two items. You didn't miss anything, she just literally got her point across in one sentence and then continued to prattle on.
See that, Jen (I love being on a first name basis with the various bloggers :3)? I didn't have anything further to say so I ended the thought.

I GOT AN A IN RESEARCH METHODS, AKA THE CLASS THAT HAS BEEN IN CONTROL OF MY LIFE SINCE SEPTEMBER. Okay so yes I got As in all other classes but the B in econ but those don't seem NEARLY as wonderful/exciting/etc. I GOT AN A IN 406.

Well whoopdeeshit I got an A in all my classes.

Now it's time to make Aziraphale's life miserable by remixing my angsty WWII slash fic <3>

I know what World War II is, and I know what Azazel is (an obscure character in Jewish Apocrypha, but given this cunt probably from some anime) but I have no clue what this sentence means. At all.

Belial just popped into my head, along with his reasoning for deciding to seduce Uriel

What is this I don't even
All right for those of you unfamiliar with Jewish and Christian mythology and associated texts and apocrypha (who could blame you?) Belial is, well, first a term, as in the oft-mentioned "riotous sons of Belial" basically, greedy people who would do anything for money. Crooks, thieves, rogues, etc. Belial was later personified as the demon of greed. His most famous appearance is perhaps in Milton's "Paradise Lost", where he attempts to convince the Court of Hell to develop the natural resources of Hell, which was rich in valuable metals.
Uriel is a rather obscure Seraph (highest order of angels) who I believe is briefly mentioned in Dante's Divine Comedy as well as "Paradise Lost" and figures only slightly more heavily into the cult classic Shin Megami Tensei series.
I can't be certain if they were gay or not, but I would have to assume Uriel would spurn this advance considering they are embroiled in a bitter war and are on opposite sides of the conflict.
UNLESS THIS IS A GAY ROMEO AND JULIET STORY HOW ROMANTIC~
Oh here she posts an excerpt.

Uriel was tidying up and singing to himself. “Love me hate me say what you want about me, but all of the boys and all of the girls are beggin’ to IF YOU SEEK AMY!”

Belial’s eye twitched.

“Say, you know, that song is so catchy but makes no sense,” Uriel admitted, “No sense at all. IF YOU SEEK AMY? What does that even mean?”

Belial’s eye began to spasm.

“IIIIFFFFFF YOOOOUUUU SEEEEEEK AAAAAMMMMYYYY. FFFFFFF UUUUU CCCCCCCC KKKKKKK MMMMEEEEEEE. Huh. No, doesn’t mean anything. Weird.”

If Belial had a soul, it would have died.

Well that was bad and didn't make a lot of sense. I'd like to mention that Belial is only a soul by definition but whatever, hey who needs all this book learnin' when you can shit out this PURE GENIUS?

XD Sorry those two amuse me.

LOL XD IN THAT CASE YOU'RE FORGIVEN.
Oh now we get deep insight in the form of an AIM conversation. These are always fucking stupid. Put your goggles on, because I suspect unprotected eyes will be irrevocably damaged upon viewing this:

[15:29] steadfast: he will get involved in a duel to the death (not sure with who XD) that occurs over a pit of spikes that are on fire while the kraken tries to suck him down
[15:29] steadfast: so i guess we could do that XD
[15:29] foxxfire5: xDD
[15:30] foxxfire5: what are we going to do? have him spiked underwater?
[15:30] steadfast: XD
[15:30] steadfast: just
[15:30] steadfast: XD

In a two minute window (at most), FIVE "XD"s.
This conversation continues in this fashion for another five minutes, and in that window there are another SIX "XD"s, bringing the grand total (in a six minute clip of a conversation) to 11. That's almost two every minute.

So I finally sat down and forced myself to read Twilight. It took about 4 hours.

It wasn't nearly as bad as I figured it would be.

Thanks. I didn't put much time into my best seller but it has made me a fortune.

Two more scenes to go, still. Well, three, if I'm including some sort of climactic fight scene against el dragon, which I haven't quite decided whether or not I'm going to write or not.

I don't usually count climactic battles where most of the action is resolved as a scene, but I can see where you might consider it one of the most important parts of a story.

I finally got up the metaphysical balls to look at the grad school apps I still have hanging

I guess all those big bad psychology classes (and an English minor, no less) don't extend into the definition of "metaphysical" (protip: your statement didn't make that much sense).

Do you remember how I complained that my brain doesn't think linearly - that I can write the end of stories before the beginning, etc.? Prime example of this: MY BRAIN HAS DECIDED TO WORK ON THE SEQUEL.

OH NO IF ONLY THERE WAS SOME METHOD OF WRITING WHEREIN YOU COULD DIVIDE INDIVIDUAL STORIES INTO SMALLER SECTIONS AND THEN ORGANIZE THEM LATER IN A FASHION THAT MAKES SENSE TO THE READER! Unfortunately to my knowledge no such thing exi-- oh no, no wait, I remember now: they're called chapters. Might want to look into them.

Second, it turns out that my Good Omens novella has gotten about 300 viewers per chapter.

*~success~*
I'm parring the next paragraph down to a sentence so that it isn't so boring (and stupid).

Oh, and I ordered statues of the archangels so that they don't smite me because of the fact that they're all characters in the novella.

I forgot what I was going to say about this, honestly. The glaring stupidity of this paragraph just crushed all rational thought I had for about ten minutes.

Things Jen needs to get done today:

But wait, aren't you Jen?
Oh who cares?
This goes on and on forever about shit I don't care about, so I'm going to do something else now.

Typing on the Internet

It always cheers me up when someone runs to Livejournal to report their life's great victories, because ten times out of ten I've done better than they, and I didn't even have to tell anyone about it. I'm basically a pro at everything, is where I'm going with this.
So when Samantha (I love being on first name basis with anyone I'm reviewing) reports that she got 3 Bs and one A I laughed.

I am trying to enjoy my time off, sadly though I have had to spend most of it so far in the mall.

Oh holy shit woe is you, you had to spend time in the mall. There is no other place to purchase gifts.

I want to hand out soap to people in the mall, and explain to them how to use it.

It's like you've been on a different planet and are just now getting used to people. They're stupid, rude, and usually smell bad. Welcome.

Mel and I were playing some Sonic and then later on I was playing my Super Nintendo for the first time since we moved here, it was awesome!

Wow you have a Sega and a Super Nintendo? You're the coolest kid in 1993!
Do you know that one guy who always talks about shit you don't know about like the Turbo Grafx 16? Fuck that guy. He's a dick.

Well, my brother finally got his tattoo tonight. He got a wolf with flames surrounding it, and it looks awesome.

Holy shit I set out to review a douche and I found the coolest family ever. A wolf and flames? This just needed a Chinese character and a tribal band around it to complete the triumvirate (triumvirate is three, not four, boss) to officially be the coolest tattoo ever.
In case I wasn't sufficiently sarcastic before, your brother's tattoo is fucking stupid and he's going to regret that around the same time the permanence of it sets in.

Next semester looks to be a boring one, but a plus is my schedule is pretty awesome.

This sentence doesn't even make sense to me. Boring is never awesome, no matter how close your classes are together. I suppose you could be counting your blessings, like I did this semester, in fact, because holy shit at least I don't have Literary Theory at 8 in the goddamn morning.

Which I don't mind other then the fact that won't happen until I am thirty something, and I don't want to wait that long to start my life.

Other than*
Seriously how did you make it this far without knowing the difference between "then" and "than"?

It's hard enough at twenty three convincing myself that I am not a loser for not having a job right now, I can't see being able to convince myself at thirty.

I'd say you're the biggest winner of all. While those other fags are working their asses off you get to watch TV and go to school. As I understand it, once this work thing starts it doesn't stop until you're too old to enjoy not having to work, so you might as well have fun now, unless you have an awesome scheme to become independently wealthy.
Also hedging your bets on the lottery is not a scheme.

In other events I am kind of blond now.

Uhh...

What I mean by that is I got a shit load of blondish highlights, and I along with some others think it actually looks blond; however there are those who believe it to be another shade of brown.

"those that believe"? What, is your hair color a mystery religion now?
You know they say Orpheus learned the secret of life and death in his journey to the underworld...

I also am trying to be a truthfull person no matter the result of it, I am funny, I am smart, and I am as loyal as they come.

I think they have a word for people like you.
"Truthfull (sic) no matter the result of it," huh? What that tells me is you're one of those people who often starts sentence with "sorry but," followed by something horrible no one wanted to hear. Then you feel self important because you told the truth, and telling the truth is important.
Telling the truth is rarely as important as how you tell it, which I can tell, based on your grasp of language, is a foreign concept to you.

I am human and I can't change that no matter how much I may want to at times.

Oh then you rationalize everyone hating you for being an annoying cunt by saying you're "just human". Not good enough.

I understand how hard it is to watch someone be so much less then they are.

Care to explain that one? How can someone be "less" then (sic) they "actually are"? Wouldn't someone only be what they are? How can you be anything but what you actually are?

I have no answers to how you handle that.

I guess self improvement is out of the question.

I just have to pray that it will all work out in the end,because again I am human just like everyone else.

Ha, ha, that's it. Pray. Ohh I hope one day I'll stop being an annoying cunt~
You seem the type to be superficially religious, so let me tell you something I heard once: "the Lord helps those who help themselves."

No better or worse.~

Compared to whom?
I'd say you're a lot worse than most people.

Apparently I would rather appear to be a cold hearted bitch, than a stupid pathtic girl when talking about my past relationship with will.

No, stop. You, being a bitch?
I refuse to believe it.

I am defently the bitter fuck who just got her heart broken right now. I invison differnt ways of hurting or killing people.

Whoa. Easy. Also you broke up with him, so why are you bitter?

I just got banbared with phone calls, voice mails, and text messages at three something in the morning.

Banbared. Bombarded, Banbared. Close enough. You know you have fucked up when spell check can't even recommend the right word.

First he tried that angry messages,and when that didn't work then he tried the pitty messages, and finally the I love you message followed up by please don't throw me away.

Anger, grief, repentance, followed by the harsh reality: I was better off without that stupid bitch anyway.

Words like void, insignfcant, and emtpy constantly come to mind these days when thinking of myself.

So made up words?

Wouldn't it be nice if everyone could lay all their cards on the table and no one would look down on them, no one would bully them, and the ones you wanted to care would?

I'd still say something mean because I'm a dick.

I am tired of having to protect myself all the time, but if I dont people will destroy me, and no I am no being dramatic when I say that.

Actually you are, come on now. You'd only be destroyed if you'd let others do it. Quit playing the victim.

I feel stripped of just about everything.

No, if you had been, you wouldn't be nearly as evasive as you are.

Earlier I was talking to my dad about my life and how much of a straight up screw up I feel like these days.

Straight up screw up.

Thats my nature to just surrender and hope for it to be quick.

No you're never dramatic.

This time around *knock on wood* I find myself with a totally differnt out look on it all.

This is something like the seventh time you've done this. It's spelled "different". At first I wrote it off as a typo, but now I'm not so sure.

They can't make my whole life shit I wont give anyone that power anymore.

Jesus Christ you're 23 and just now realized you are the one in control of your emotions?
Samantha, if I may be so bold, you're easily manipulated. I bet I could scam you out of most of your money in fifteen minutes.
I bet you watch those shows like Crossing Over with John Edwards and really believe he can talk to the dead.
I bet you believe in things like fate and love at first sight, ostensibly because it's "romantic" but in reality because it provides a convenient excuse for your own ineptitude.
Here's my advice to you, Samantha: embrace the philosophy of the strong. It's you. You are in control of your emotions. You won't feel bad if you don't let others make you feel bad. If someone "made" you feel bad, you made yourself feel bad.
You don't have to explain yourself to anyone, either.

Non of which I am all that intersted in except my friends. Feel void of anything real or important.

You seem to have a lot of trouble with words like "interested" and "different". I think you might pronounce them like this, too. Maybe a speech therapy class would make you feel better about yourself. Talk less like an idiot, be less like an idiot.

I guess I am bitching because I feel alone and without any real joy. Things could always be worse though~

"Well I'm a miserable cunt and know no joy, but it could be worse~"
I really can't imagine how. You might as well be dead at that point.

So today was Robin and Lisa's two year anniversary and we celbrated by going to Hershey park.

There's that 'e' thing again.

Everyone should be very proud of me because I went on two water slides,two logflumes, and four roller costers.

Are you fucking serious? Everyone should be proud of you?
Hey Samantha: fuck you.

The reason isn't because I merly did these thing no the reason is because I over came my fear of heights somewhat today.

Merly. That sentence is a mess anyway, who am I kidding?
Also maybe you took my "embrace the philosophy of the strong" thing (retroactively somehow) a bit too far. Don't mistake your new found empowerment for anyone caring. People are still stupid, rude and smell bad.
Well Samantha, I've enjoyed reading your blog. You're a character, all right. Take that how you will.

M

When you have a user name like "Skater_Boi_82" it piques my attention. What kind of tool factory names themselves, of all things, Skater_Boi_82? 82 as in 1982, as in the year you were born, as in old enough to know better.
First entry entitled "My ROFLCOPTER goes soi soi soi soi soi soi soi soi soi soi soi soi soi". Yeah, I found a winner.

In doing so, they decided to use Adobe's (Microsoft's?) voice reader on some of the passages.

It's called Microsoft Sam, friend. Search for "Text Aloud" on your computer. It's probably there. Then you, too, can exploit every lame World of Warcraft guild Vent server's jokes.
ROLFCOPTER SOI SOI SOI LOL SO RANDUM xD
Die in a fire.

If you've ever watched an episode of Arby and the Chief, you know that this all sounds exactly like the Master Chief is sitting over there reading it. I've been sitting here all morning trying not to laugh.

Yeah I'm going to need a few days to break this secret Nazi code.
Arby and the Chief?
Eagle six four this is Lander one nine two--

So November 19 came, and with it came by far the Xbox 360's most significant firmware update yet.

Significant being a relative term, of course, because I still haven't updated yet.
In fact I'm not sure my Xbox has been on since November 19th.

Firstly, everything looks different. There has been an effort to merge functionality with aesthetics in a way that clearly steals from Apple, from increased menu responsiveness to cover-flow.

Oh so it works like a piece of shit and is driven by moon logic?

Then there's the ability to create Mii-like avatars, which is a fine distraction for those who choose to persue it.

After reading all this I'm starting to wonder what was wrong with the old browser. Admittedly it wasn't the greatest thing ever. Simple tasks like deleting old saves were often not hidden beneath wave after wave of features you'll never use. Networking it to a computer was an involved process that included generating keys you had to enter into the Xbox and your computer. I (still) get frequent disc read errors when the system is feeling bitchy.
OF COURSE THESE THINGS PROBABLY AREN'T FIXED. I JUST GET TO MAKE A STUPID AVATAR.

So. I figure this would be a good Christmas to get a decent digital camera. The one I have now is second hand crap, so almost anything would be an upgrade. Any recommendations for this n00b?

I suggest acting like an adult number one, and number two let me Google this for you, you simpleton.
On November 10th he gives his Bioshock status report, continuing with a litany of posts no one gives a shit about. Real timely on that Bioshock thing too, by the way. That game definitely isn't a year old now or anything.
Now there's three entries regarding the monumental task of choosing a plasma television. This is riveting entertainment, folks.

So if you updated your Wii this last week (v3.4), you will now be unable to install homebrew.

I had trouble sleeping last night. I now know why.

The paradox of this update is that if you install it, your homebrew experience will be crippled (can't install WADs, but HBC still works mostly), while if you don't install it, the Wii Shop Channel won't work, and your homebrew will be fine.

That's not a paradox. That's called a duality. Also I'm sure while you wasted 15 minutes typing this there was a work around or a patch to your homebrew released.
Seriously you must be new to this whole piracy thing. Allow me to help you out:
when in doubt, wait fifteen minutes. It'll correct itself.

I'll also say that if you're going to try the newly translated Mother 3 on the Wii, I recommend you look at VBA GX 1.0.3 (newest release).

Or I could, you know, dump it to a flash cart and play it on my actual Gameboy.
That's just me, though.

So. This weekend I finished EarthBound for the first time.

Major life accomplishment achieved.

This has been a personal goal for many years, but not one I've always been proactive about persuing.

Jesus, years? Earthbound is an easy game, friend. I can't imagine if someone plugged you into a Megaten game, or a Might and Magic game, or, God forbid, Wizardry.

I found the cartridge at Electronics Boutique back in 2003, but at the time I'd hit saturation on retro RPGs.

I like how he has about five posts devoted to piracy and the fine usage thereof but insists on buying an actual Earthbound cartridge and playing on an actual SNES. Somehow, based on his language, taste and views of gaming he's recently into it and trying to go back and play everything he missed as a child to achieve the proper "hardcore" status but by my reckoning he is now... 26 years old and all of his peers don't give a shit because they have work and bills and ladies to kiss on the lips and shit.

Knowing what I know now, I regret that it has taken me so long to play this game, especially with this spoiler universe known as the internet.

Yeah wouldn't want anyone to spoil that 15 year old game for you.

And while I know that I'm late to the party on this whole homebrew front, some of the recently released apps has made the experience worth mentioning.

Only a decade or two.

For me, Big Spring Jam is almost ubiquitous with high school, with the better acts including Pain, Jimmy's Chicken Shack, and Curbside Service.

I think you need to look up "ubiquitous" because I don't think it means what you think it means.
Speaking of "words people don't know" he's now linking me to an article about spelling.

People who have trouble with spelling are punished when it comes to applying for jobs or even filling out forms, even though their mistakes are far from unusual, says Jack Bovill, chairman of the British-based Spelling Society, an international organization that has advocated simplified spellings since 1908.

Yes, welcome to the fucking species. You are punished for not knowing things you should know. I wasn't coddled through my math classes so you babies aren't going to be coddled through spelling. Tough fucking shit. No one would dare suggest such a thing about math. "Well four is close to five, so how about that be right too?"

"In the 21st century, why learn by heart rote spelling when you can just type it into a computer and spell-check?" he asks.

Have you seen your spell check, friend?

Justin went with me yesterday to search for a decent alarm clock/radio.

Sounds like a wild time.
As is often a problem with these fucking things I find myself making excuses not to read it. There is absolutely no excuse to bang on for three entries about a plasma TV purchase. My life is boring as fuck and yet somehow I manage to be entertaining when I'm typing for an audience. I do that mostly by not talking about myself ever. I know people don't want to hear about the monumental decision of arming my space marine devastators with heavy bolters instead of missile launchers so I don't fucking say it.
Except, of course, in examples where I say exactly that.
I guess people feel they have to fill the void with something otherwise they're boring and their lives are meaningless but to me, an outsider, your blogs just highlight the fact that the world wouldn't mourn your passing.
I know I've said it before (and people have said it to me) if it's boring just don't read it, but then I wouldn't have anything to bitch about.
Besides it's on the internet, presumably for the purpose of being read by others.
So no, Skater_Boi_82, fuck you and your boring life. Make more interesting posts.
Shit, if I had one of those life story blogs I'd make shit up to seem more interesting. When people say "reality is stranger than fiction" they don't mean your reality, because you are a boring pleb who goes to a boring cubicle all day and shuffles papers.
In fact, mine would be so well written and filled with clever conceits it would be impossible to tell which parts were reality and which were lies but, rest assured, it'd be 90% fiction.

The Shabby Princess Boutique

WHAT IS THIS I HEAR UNDERNEATH MY AL GREEN? IS THAT THE SOUNDTRACK TO "TITANIC"? This will not work.
I fear this may be a rehash of earlier themes, but they happen with such a normalcy that they may be worth reiterating. Besides it's a free update anyway, so fuck you.
So today's entry is here: http://theshabbyprincessboutique.blogspot.com/

The Shabby Princess Boutique is named for my grandbaby; Jewell Ann, who was born on 5/16/08

All right. Let's go over some things, first. How might a store be named for something (or someone) when the store's name bears none of the words from which it is supposedly taking its name? In the literary world we would call something that is named for something else "eponymous." This is not eponymous. The Shabby Princess Boutique cannot be named after "Jewell Ann" because those words appear nowhere in the title of the store.
Perhaps a more apt description would have been "inspired by" but I am, after all, talking about someone with no sense.
Also "Jewell"? Seriously? With two "L"s? Jewell Ann. Her friends in high school will invariably call her "Jah" in an attempt to sound clever.
You might as well strap her to a stripper pole right the fuck now, because I know where this is headed.

She is my little 'Princess Jewell' and already has a whole wardrobe of clothes with roses and lace.

Oh, I GET IT. Har har har no one is going to get the inside reference to your store you cunt.
Also roses and lace, huh? Wow. Sounds fancy-like.
Hmm. This blog happens to link to another blog. I'm going to do something I've never done before and follow this one in a bit.
So for everyone keeping track, I'm now here:
http://onefeistyredhead.blogspot.com/
Jesus Christ again with the music. What is this? Natasha Bedingfield? Who is that? All right ALL MY MUSIC OFF. WE HAVE TO LISTEN TO NATASHA BEDINGFIELD SING NOW. Sounds like archetypal cunt singing. She's undefined. She's just beginning. PEN'S IN HER FUCKING HAND, SHE'S GOING TO DO IT. Holy shit isn't this the theme to a shampoo commercial? Who seriously listens to this nonsense?
Good Christ I didn't know you could be this devoid of taste. All right off this goes. I'm getting a migraine.
So there's this major too long, didn't read story about cops and smoke detectors and shit. I didn't know you could make a story about a police chase boring. How she did it was make the entire focus of the entry on her and not about the incredibly awesome fist fight going on in her front yard, followed by police. That, I think, is a writer's faux pas.

It's been a very busy Sunday! I babysat Jewell from 9 am until 2 pm. We went to the flea market for about an hour; waste of time. Thankfully, she slept the whole time as it got hot way too quickly outside!

Wouldn't that just be watching your fucking grand child? "Baby sitting" is something you hire a 16 year old girl with no sense to do. That last sentence is a mess.

We had a wonderful evening! Rose, Michelle & baby Jewell came over for pizza and movies. We watched "Fools Gold", "Over Her Dead Body" and "Mad Money". Oh, we also pigged out on Coconut Cream Pie, Ice Cream Sandwiches and Crunch Bars.

You watched ALL of those movies? My friends and I used to make sport out of watching bad movies and even we never tried anything as brazen as watching a Queen Latifah movie. Also pizza, coconut cream pie (proper noun for some reason) ice cream sandwiches (again) and Crunch bars (half credit) sounds like a week's worth of food. Are you sure you shouldn't be posting on the EGL blog?

Once it got dark, Michelle, Jewell and I walked around the block a few times and watched fireworks. It was so much fun! This is my first time living in a house and having a "neighbor-hood". Apartment living meant no fireworks on 4th of July.

This is the neighborhood that not one week later there's a running fist fight so bad the cops have to break it up. Sounds like a place I want to take my child and grand child around at night.
So then there's a long sob story about her father dying that's really sad I'm sure (if I read it). Wow it really is filled with nonstop cliches. It reads exactly like a very special episode of "Touched by an Angel".
So then scrolling past some pictures that I'm not going to look at I come across her top ten list of the week. I feel some kind of connection here because I keep similar lists (to myself, of course). While my lists usually contain cool things like "tits" and "space marines" her list is stuff about mascara and tampons or whatever it is girls talk about when they go off to the bathroom together.
Then I came across this one:

The freedom from the scale, as I never weigh during *that* week of the month!

What. How does this even begin to make any goddamn sense? So you don't weigh yourself when you're on the rag? Why might that be? You gain weight then? You lose weight? You just don't do it out of some sort of superstitious obligation or fear?

9. Armani Mania Perfume

"Armani Mania". Sounds treatable.

So skipping past all this nonsense to something more interesting.
July 1, 2008's post entitled "positive thinking" (something I make sure never to do).

I've been posting with such negativity lately. So, I've deleted all those posts and will do my best to look on the bright side of things from now on. I've got to remember that there is so much to be grateful for, every single day.

I love my horoscope. It gives me hope.

fffffffffffffffffffffff I read my horoscope daily and at the end of it I always announce aloud "WHO BELIEVES IN THIS TRASH?" Now I fucking know. I'm going to analyze this horoscope.

Pisces thrives through creative transportation and unique social experiences.

Who doesn't? "I, uhh, thrive through mechanical repetition and the same boring daily grind."

There will be changes in the way you develop your inner-self, this year. Your ability to multitask will continue, as you become involved in more humanitarian projects.

None of that means anything.
I'm going to stop reading that here, but this goes on for TWO PARAGRAPHS.
She linked something guaranteeing I was going to laugh. It was so horrific (it involved Will Ferrel) that I don't even want to talk about it.
Fantastic another top ten list.

Putting on pajama's and crawling in bed exhausted; popping in a Sex and The City DVD and falling asleep thinking of New York and love.

I didn't know people like this existed. Seriously, I thought they were a fictional character everyone made fun of as if they were real.

My large 32 oz diet coke from McDonald's, every single morning. (which replaced my regular coke and/or Starbucks, thank you very much.)

Thirty-two ounces of coke when you wake up. Also she says she's replacing regular coke (or Starbucks) like I'm supposed to be impressed. So here would be my response (not going to censor myself): "you're welcome. Enjoy your coke."

Stepping on the scale and seeing I lost a pound, or two in overnight.

How much must you weigh to have that much weight fall off over the course of one evening?
Ah, the answer:

I woke up this morning and realized that it may be time to pack away my size 14[...]

So size 12 now, I guess?

I am so happy to have discovered the Dr. Atkins diet, as it is the only diet that works for me. I survive on Grilled Chicken Salads and Diet Coke. (Dare I mention the gazillion bruises I have all over my body? Maybe I'm vitamin deficient?)

Yes. Surprisingly, grilled chicken salads and diet coke (both from McDonald's, I'm guessing) do not constitute a balanced diet.

Thyroid problems for one, don't roll you eyes at me, I really have an under active thyroid, I swear!

I didn't roll my eyes, I put my hand over my face like I'm disappointed in being part of the same species as you.
Now there's a really long rant about what I can only describe as "working man's plight" about how disappointed she is in her children for not knowing the same hardships she has. Maybe it's my own privileged view of the world but wouldn't you want your children to have a better life than you?

But, the struggles are what made me into the person I am. One who is determined to always be strong and make it on my own. I want my girls to be independent and try their damndest to make due with what they have. Yes, I know I'm still going to hear how difficult it is to walk 1/2 mile to the store, or pay $2.50 for a load of laundry to be washed. But, I want them to know how fortunate they are. A lot of people live paycheck to paycheck and never ever get to eat out, or go to the theatre. Some people will never own a car.

Ah, that old rhetoric. "Other people have it harder than you so don't feel bad." Somehow that's deeply unconvincing when it costs you $2.50 to do one load of laundry and the economy is in the shitter to begin with.
Personally I'd shoulder any burden like that with silence that borders on stoic but then again not everyone can be as badass as I am. Actually I'd probably never stop bitching. Whichever.

I think maybe she started with a good point but it was lost in a sea of piss-poor writing.
So, after searching on ebay for weeks, I bought the entire 6 season DVD set for $75.00, which seems outrageous, but it is $190 at Target. Mine is from China and has a few minor problems, but overall, I got a great deal.

Seventy-five dollars for a bootleg? No wonder you have money issues. Or maybe you don't. Wait-- no I don't know. It just seems like you might. Next post (surprisingly) addresses this issue. She has a credit score somewhere between 750-799, which is good I think.
Either way Jesus Christ way too much personal information. If you read through all of my entries carefully the only thing you could glean was my first name and my rough geographical location.
All right so it is a rehash, but in conclusion:
develop taste.