Wow, have I become an asshole.

I realized that lately all I seem to do is hyper post really obnoxious statements. Not entirely, but mostly.

Now, it doesn't really concern me too much, as my posting at Lit. really has no direct effect on my life in Chicago, and I really enjoy the raunchy flirting, cynical bickering, etc.

Regardless, I'm going to challenge myself. For today, I will post seriously or not at all, no matter how tempted I am.

So please, for the love of God, don't leave yourselves wide open for a wise ass remark. I don't think posting Onion articles in the Onion thread only should matter, but if anyone even gives a shit enough to dispute that, so be it.

I do have a slight advantage as I'll be gone for the next six hours and this thread is likely to get buried under a pile of rubble.

Alex

alexandraaah said:

Regardless, I'm going to challenge myself. For today, I will post seriously or not at all, no matter how tempted I am.

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Shyah right.

You're doomed.

alexandraaah said:

For today, I will post seriously or not at all, no matter how tempted I am.

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oooooh man....<sigh>.....just for today though, huh?

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Problem Child said:

Shyah right.

You're doomed.

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I think I can do this. I will try. Would you like to join me?

Ginny said:

oooooh man....<sigh>.....just for today though, huh?

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I think today is all I can handle; if I make it through today, that is.

Just be yourself!

I, for one, rather enjoy your posts.

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alexandraaah said:

I think I can do this. I will try. Would you like to join me?

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Hell no, I'm the male draaah, born to agitate. Stay true to yourself and embrace your inner assholey-ness. To change would be affrontery

Let the hoedown continue!

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Problem Child said:

Hell no, I'm the male draaah, born to agitate. Stay true to yourself and embrace your inner assholey-ness. To change would be affrontery

Let the hoedown continue!

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That would be giving up rather quickly, don't you think?

I think I can do this for one day and still stay true to my inner assholey-ness.

I thank you for your comments, PC.

Feh.

You're not an asshole. You're a smart-ass. There's a huge difference.

MissTaken said:

Just be yourself!

I, for one, rather enjoy your posts.

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Thank you, MissTaken! I am trying to explore the more serious side of myself; I'd like to think she's as enjoyable as the other side, but I have my doubts.

JazzManJim said:

Feh.

You're not an asshole. You're a smart-ass. There's a huge difference.

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the asshole being the actual...well, hole...while a smart-ass encompasses the whole (not to be confused with hole) ass

see?

I can talk serious, Alexandraaah. And I am a huge asshole as everyone knows.

I have a question or an issue for you, and for anyone else to ponder. I want serious feedback- this is a conversation with my therapist last Tuesday afternoon.

riff: So we walked several miles through the neighborhood. K was into the walking and I was just rocking along with my walkman on. Whenever she came to someones newspaper on the sidewalk, she would bend over, pick it up, and throw it to their doorstep. Happened several times. Then we come across this clear plastic slipper full of glitter, obviously fit for a child. She stopped to pick it up and I took off my headphones. "OOOOOOO," said K.

"oh, no! Cinderella has lost her slipper!" I cried.

We went though this entire production of how we could restore the slipper to the assumed little one who had lost it. We spotted some kids toys in the backyard and she reverently placed the slipper at the doorstep. We walk on.

Another newspaper. Swoosh!

Then we walk past this guy who appears to have just mowed his lawn and edged his driveway. He is sweeping up trimmings. "It looks great!" I said with a smile. K looked at me like I was crazy.

"K.," I said, "You are like this little angel going though the neighborhood committing all of these acts of random kindness. Haven't you ever just wanted to jump up on the hood of someone's car and take a huge shit?" Again, K. looked at me like I was crazy.

So I tell this to my therapist and asked her, "You know, sometimes I really wonder why I do stuff like that- some of the things I will say on impulse."

My therapist asked me, "What were you feeling as you walked? What was it that motivated you to change the mood?

I told her in these words, "I guess I just felt too fluffy."

So I am asking you, and anyone else, for their feedback.

naaaa

Don't be too serious Alex. Your not an asshole. You may think your harsh or short with people or whatever. But As for me i like you the way you are.

I respect your attempt to be different today but I know you as you are and I like you that way.

From a smart ass.........Tim1

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the asshole being the actual...well, hole...while a smart-ass encompasses the whole (not to be confused with hole) ass

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The above being a prime example of a smart-ass.

Thanks everyone for your feedback; I wasn't looking for validation, but thank you.

Riff, I think that something must happen to you when things become too, "soft," so to speak. Perhaps it's emotional, I really don't know you.

My best guess from what little I do know, is that you are very true to yourself and don't apologize for who you are. When things get "fluffy," as you put it, you may fear you are at risk of losing that side of yourself you have taken your whole life to build up. If someone were to see you being emotional or gentle, you fear they would forever expect that from you and you're not willing to commit yourself to this....so you do everything you can to prove that you're not that way, to protect the little rebel riff.

alexandraaah said:

Thanks everyone for your feedback; I wasn't looking for validation, but thank you.

Riff, I think that something must happen to you when things become too, "soft," so to speak. Perhaps it's emotional, I really don't know you.

My best guess from what little I do know, is that you are very true to yourself and don't apologize for who you are. When things get "fluffy," as you put it, you may fear you are at risk of losing that side of yourself you have taken your whole life to build up. If someone were to see you being emotional or gentle, you fear they would forever expect that from you and you're not willing to commit yourself to this....so you do everything you can to prove that you're not that way, to protect the little rebel riff.

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I think you are probably correctomundo. Did you ever visit the Burn Maker thread?

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I think you are probably correctomundo. Did you ever visit the Burn Maker thread?

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I did, riff, and I enjoyed it. I think it would be funny for you to translate my post.

I'm off to take my niece to see E.T., have a great day all! See you later this afternoon.

Alex: BURNED

"Wow, have I become an asshole.

I realized that lately all I seem to do is hyper post really obnoxious statements. Not entirely, but mostly.

Now, it doesn't really concern me too much, as my posting at Lit. really has no direct effect on my life in Chicago,
and I really enjoy the raunchy flirting, cynical bickering, etc.

Regardless, I'm going to challenge myself. For today, I will post seriously or not at all, no matter how tempted I am.

So please, for the love of God, don't leave yourselves wide open for a wise ass remark. I don't think posting Onion
articles in the Onion thread only should matter, but if anyone even gives a shit enough to dispute that, so be it.

I do have a slight advantage as I'll be gone for the next six hours and this thread is likely to get buried under a pile of
rubble.

Alex
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Wow, have I become an asshole. You are a fuckmonster.

I realized that lately all I seem to do is hyper post really obnoxious statements. Not entirely, but mostly. Oh, my God. You are a fuck.

Now, that shit doesn't really concern my stupid ass too bitch-slapping much, as my fucking posting at Lit. really has no motherfucking direct effect on my hairy life in Chicago,
and I really destroy the fucking raunchy flirting, cynical bickering, etc. It's my way or the shaft. Your call.

Regardless, I'm going to fuckin' challenge myself. Yes, it's true! You are a crispy pussy. For today, I will post seriously or not at all, no motherfucking matter how in the hell tempted I am.

So god-damn please, for the fucking LOVE of God, don't leave yourselves wide open for a motherfucking wise ass remark. I don't think posting Onion
articles in the fucking Onion thread only should matter, but if anyone even gives a shit enough to dispute that, so god-damn be that piece of shit.

I do have a goddamn slight advantage as I'll be gone for the fucking next six hours and this bullshit thread is likely to get buried under a pile of
rubble.

Alex


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Anal amblings, A NEW perspective

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the asshole being the actual...well, hole...while a smart-ass encompasses the whole (not to be confused with hole) ass

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As a fellow smartass / asshole... Damnit! I gotta agree.

What's wrong with the cynical bickering? All the cool kids do it.

Really though, Obnoxious is the last word I'd use to describe your posts. Maybe funny or even sarcastic, but not obnoxious.

And if you have the wit, use it. It's rather enjoyable to read, even if I can't ever think of something to add until the next day.

I think we all need to get in touch with our inner asshole, Alex.

Except for Ginny, who, I think, may be touching hers a little too much.

Hey Hamletsmachine

Do you know what the formula for cryptic corpse is?

Nope, 'fraid not....

This thread gives me the warm fuzzies.

Hamletmaschine said:

Nope, 'fraid not....

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here it is hamletsmachine grace a burnmaker
After my fucking bout with nausea, I spent the fucking next few days working on another article and preparing to fuckin' leave on a long overdue vacation to fuckin' Piece of shit New Guinea. Pop Quiz, why are you such a fuck? That piece of shit wasn't completely a fuckin' vacation - I can't begin to afford anything like that. Actually, an old college professor, who was also (in addition to the fact that you're a shit) a photographer, asked my stupid ass along. Jesus, you are a cock. He hated my scabby writing and my scabby pleasant respectful attitude, and wanted my stupid ass along to fuckin' help that bastard take notes and prepare an article for National Geographic, of all shits. (Got to be GOOD for yucks, I thought). Besides, I was getting tired of this bullshit crummy country and my fucking weakened psyche needed a motherfucking break from its constant diet of Ronnie, PeeWee and Madonna. You are a cock. But the fucking point of this bullshit unwieldy mess is that my bloody trip was going to take my stupid ass right through San Francisco (home of you-know-who) and obviously, the only fucking way to fuckin' deal with that shit all was by direct assault on the fucking Cryptic Corpse. And another thing: you are a fuck. Meanwhile the fucking tape arrived. That piece of shit took a goddamn couple of days to fuckin' get up my oozing nerve, but I finally took the fucking proverbial plunge. Almost immediately, I had two strong reactions: 1) Whew! - That piece of shit's not as "f'ing great" as I thought, and 2) Wait a motherfucking minute! - That piece of shit's worse! The fucking first reaction came from the fucking music being kinda incredibly and actually easy to listen to fuckin' (for The fucking Residents anyway), and the fucking second came from the fucking fact that some motherfucking angry, tired old hick actually talks all the fucking way through the fucking shit -and "all the fucking way" is over an hour (like them queefs say - that piece of shit only seems like a fuckin' week). But at least I had listened to fuckin' that piece of shit and had given that shit its due. You are a fuck. That shit wasn't the fucking worst "opera" I ever heard (how in the hell can I possibly be saying this bullshit?). That piece of shit got incredibly weird as that shit neared the fucking end (to a disco beat no motherfucking less!) and had some nice atmospheric soundtrack kind of shits in a couple of places, but I was too god-damnedlousy tired by the fucking time that bastard was over, and I had nodded out once or twice during the fucking tape, so god-damn I decided that I would have to listen to that bastard again... Which is deeper, your fried pussy or your slapped mound? eventually.