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The weather is perfect, I worked only an 8 hour day for the first time in weeks, everything went really well. Still, I feel kind of bitchy, kind of tired and cranky, and kind of just plain blah.
I think I need to get laid.![]()
I feel that way when I'm not doing what I want to do.
This condition is colloquially known as "having the Eyers."![]()
This condition is colloquially known as "having the Eyers."![]()
doesn't eyer only show after Recieveda (sorry about the name) posts? .... like saying 'bloody mary' three times in a mirror.
He is generally ill natured to everyone. I feel bad about my last post regarding him, I do not normally attack a person in such a way.
edit it . . . no big deal
9 posts before this one...
...7 of them about moi.
Who needs to be an attention whore...
...when you live rent free in the babbling "boy"'s racist piece of shit brain bucket.
9 posts before this one...
...7 of them about moi.
Who needs to be an attention whore...
...when you live rent free in the babbling "boy"'s racist piece of shit brain bucket.
you badly need a room, eyer…
you've been stalking zumi all day long
This thread is doing nothing for my mood. You can leave now.
11 for 13?
Hate to break it to you, playgrounder...
..."This thread" is almost all about me now, and obviously doesn't care about your "mood."
Perhaps you should learn to not bite the bait so easily fed you...
...and quit gossiping about other posters like you're just another hen at the clothesline.
After all, why do you gossip of others...
...when I've not read anyone think you're even worthy enough to gossip about at all?
~ pats little playgrounder on the head ~
I apologize for my harsh words regarding you earlier, it was unkind.
I'm always looking to get laid, but, yeah, I've had those kind of days. Less so now that glorious summer is upon us.
That's nice.
But, I'd much rather someone simply stick with what they really mean...
...than pull that disingenuous, buy-the-world-a-Coke, politically-correctly bullshit.
Don't you worry about it though, muffin...
...calling me "a raging douschebag" obviously singes your playgrounder ego far more than it'll ever affect me.
I'm always looking to get laid, but, yeah, I've had those kind of days. Less so now that glorious summer is upon us.
You don't affect me...
Of course I don't, playgrounder. Or maybe...
...I do enough so you can't even recall that that "affect" was all about you feeling so unkind toward yourself about your calling me "a raging douschebag" and had absolutely nothing to do about me affecting you.
At least, that is...
...until you made it your point to be about me not affecting you.
Now, type the standard playgrounder response at this point of how much I'm not even worth responding to...
...as you respond anyway.
Best bet is to just completely drop it now, playgrounder, quit so effortlessly sucking down the easy bait, put me on ignore...
...and quit gossiping about others who, out of the other side of your mouth at the very same time, you insist don't affect you at all.
My lemonade milkshake brings him to my yard, naturally.![]()
And I am SO excited that song will be in my head for the rest of the night!![]()
Which puts you in a good mood right???![]()