[Severian]

Originally Posted by floatingslowly

It took me far too many years to learn that no amount of financial stability is worth subjugating your dreams. In saying this, I also realize that I'm blessed to be able to afford mine. There really ain't no easy road.

If you wait for the 'right time' to have kids, that time may never arrive.

Go make babies, and if you like, hit me up. I can get you a dreamy, albiet low-paid job at Burning Man. Who knows? It might just save your soul.

... You serious man? I'm feeling a little nuts these days... So, careful. Careful.

[SuchFriendsAreDangerous]

Originally Posted by Severian

... You serious man? I'm feeling a little nuts these days... So, careful. Careful.

 

[floatingslowly]

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Schadenfreude courses through my veins.

[floatingslowly]

I love this thread. It's reaffirming to know what a bunch of miserable twats y'all are.

Teeheee!!!

[floatingslowly]

Originally Posted by SuchFriendsAreDangerous

Haha! "The only SYG Coptic I know of." I love it yo! Perhaps one of my all time greatest descriptions, please add that as a user note for me

Will do. Let me wait for a keyboard, so that I can include colored text and myspace glitter.

[!@#$%!]

nothing!

[floatingslowly]

I'm not sure if I should high-5 you, or grumble at the disappointing lack of entertainment your post provides.

Perhaps I'll chose to believe that yours is a nihilistic rant on nihilism. Yes. That is exactly what I'll do.

Have you considered a job at Burning Man? Burning Man, where typical serendipity (serentypical), "safety third", and "fuck your day" conspire with the wind to bring you French Toast (an honest to god true story).

[Rob Instigator]

Burning Man, the new Lollapalooza.

[floatingslowly]

You're thinking of Bonnaroo.

Dear Big Gay Art Fag,

I long for the day that you may eat your words. Fuck the people, fuck the raves, what's not to love about gigantic burnable art installations?

Someday....you'll look to the sky, and amidst the screams of "Nightrider!" you'll see my face, smiling down upon you like a cloud of cinders.

You'll have to make this journey alone however; it's not like I'd push any of you cunts onto people whom I love.


ps: the countdown has begun. Our time to chillax in Texas is drawing to a close. Why don't you leave the 4th Ward, and the assless chaps of Westheimer for a Saturday in A*Town, brodudeski? We can have an art-swap.

[Rob Instigator]

I was thinking of Bonnaroooooooo

ha!

Speaking of the lovely folk in ass-town, when I lived there and used to hang at Fringeware on weekends, there was never an end of fuckers in big stupid trucks driving by yelling "Fags!" at me and my counter-culture (ha!) friends. Several times, half-full beer bottles or cans would come flying at us. I dodged one that was going straight at my head.

To think that some WASP parents out there want their daughters to marry UT frat-rapists like the aforementioned assholes. Those bitches get what they deserve with them creeps.

[floatingslowly]

Yeah this town is a giant fuckhole. You should hear my wife's dead-on impersonation of UT so-roar-ity girls.

"like, um, aye'd like a glass of like waterrr with a slice of lemunnn. Do you, like, have diet-ranch, or sumthang?"

It's high-larious.

Seriously... Brang dank 'do.

Originally Posted by halfeatencake

guys

Wut ^_^

Feeling notsofresh? Notsokawaaaaaaiiii??

[floatingslowly]

Sister, if you come after me, you better bring a chainsaw.

[Murmer99]

I'm not pissed off but ok yeah I am I'm pissed because I find nearly everyone boring and distant. No one really appreciates when I'm being myself and this has gone on for so long that I can't even make eye contact anymore. I'm not sure why I exist and why I partake in all of the tedious shit that I do every day of my life. There's no point to any of it.

And this is when I fantasize about everyone being buried alive. But it's just a temporary thing. I'd never actually do that.

[foreverasskiss]

i wish i could stay home and listen to Coltrane all day. perferably early 60's to slightly mid-60's recordings.

but NOOOO!!! i have to go to fucking work where ones ego replaces LOVE. they'll never learn the Eric Dolphy way.

i also look everyone in the eye hoping they'll read my thoughts. fuckers.

[Murmer99]

sup

[foreverasskiss]

sup.^^ i see your doing as good as always. which is ungood as always and truely affects me, everyone here and the whole entire universe.

give those large egos you deal with a smile and brush it off. them are HATERS. some will be jealous of you and avoid eye contact but not vibes.

show those fuckers what you got!!!!

[!@#$%!]

Originally Posted by foreverasskiss

but NOOOO!!! i have to go to fucking work where ones ego replaces

what ever happened to losing your job to a meth bender (or whatever that was the other day?) just curious. or was it just one job out of many, as in, losing a client?

[!@#$%!]

Originally Posted by floatingslowly

I'm not sure if I should high-5 you, or grumble at the disappointing lack of entertainment your post provides.

Perhaps I'll chose to believe that yours is a nihilistic rant on nihilism. Yes. That is exactly what I'll do.

Have you considered a job at Burning Man? Burning Man, where typical serendipity (serentypical), "safety third", and "fuck your day" conspire with the wind to bring you French Toast (an honest to god true story).

was this for me? cuz i said "nothing." i said it in response to the thread's request of "bicth about things...." etc. and i am/was pissed off about... nothing whatsoever (though if i begin to think about it i probablt could... just not in the mood for anger at the moment).

job at burning man? shiiiiiiiit. not my thing, at all. large throngs of semi-naked people all trying too hard to be "unique" at the same time sounds horrible--horrrrrrrible. i have friends/acquaintances who make their yearly pilgrimage there, but i've never even been tempted. sounds like a lot of work to get french toast and i'm basically lazy-- you know, wiping dirt off my windy french toast and eating it amid the stench seems like a chore when i can just walk to the kitchen and make myself a great breakfast.

what i want, what i want-- i want a maine lobster, for fuck's sakes, that's what i want. in maine, not off a plane in some chain restaurant. or blueberry pancakes in vermont in late august... that's a breakfast. but maine-- that's the place. i'll take an empty beach in maine over a landlocked collection of porta-potties any time... fucking maine! when it's empty! gorgeous...

[EVOLghost]

I woke up after 9 hours of sleep....:/



I wanted to sleep more...

[floatingslowly]

Originally Posted by !@#$%!

was this for me? cuz i said "nothing." i said it in response to the thread's request of "bicth about things...." etc. and i am/was pissed off about... nothing whatsoever (though if i begin to think about it i probablt could... just not in the mood for anger at the moment).

job at burning man? shiiiiiiiit. not my thing, at all. large throngs of semi-naked people all trying too hard to be "unique" at the same time sounds horrible--horrrrrrrible. i have friends/acquaintances who make their yearly pilgrimage there, but i've never even been tempted. sounds like a lot of work to get french toast and i'm basically lazy-- you know, wiping dirt off my windy french toast and eating it amid the stench seems like a chore when i can just walk to the kitchen and make myself a great breakfast.

what i want, what i want-- i want a maine lobster, for fuck's sakes, that's what i want. in maine, not off a plane in some chain restaurant. or blueberry pancakes in vermont in late august... that's a breakfast. but maine-- that's the place. i'll take an empty beach in maine over a landlocked collection of porta-potties any time... fucking maine! when it's empty! gorgeous...

I knew you weren't "pissed offf" (much to my disappointment) and never expected you or anyone else here to care about Burning Man (although you sincerely should).

Last week baby wanted lobster, and to my dismay, the only under-$100 plate was that crappy chain. Sure, I could cook one myself, but I simply cannot handle the screaming or the filthy pile of internal organs and shit that they leave on my plate.