The Isolated Blurt Thread XXVIII : In Praise of Older Yoga Pants

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I hope someone looks up the meaning of merit just for the laughs, because that compliment was amusing.
 
That’s the fucking point, you knob. Jesus Christ.

We're laughing with you, not at you, twat. Just kidding, always laughing at you.

The point always eludes you.

But it's the blurt, do what you do best. Brag.
 
It takes a certain type of person to persist in hanging around a social setting where they're almost universally disliked. Chihuahuas of men, yipping bitterness at ankles of people they resent for being what they are not.
 
It takes a certain type of person to persist in hanging around a social setting where they're almost universally disliked. Chihuahuas of men, yipping bitterness at ankles of people they resent for being what they are not.

It is always nice to come visit such a target rich environment. A twisted social setting. Persistence seems to be the (your) key.

To see the types of persons licking each others buttholes, where you believe you are liked. Yet pretending.

Posting pics of dogs, buttholes, beewbs and pretend blurting of fabulous lives. Although we see their true selves in other posts.

Slobbering dogs of a woman that resents the station of life she is stuck in. Bitterness noted.

Mehbe you are a pocket dog of the Paris Hilton type.

A certain person for sure.
 
Having spent all weekend surrounded by people being alone in this hotel room now is both awesome and unsettling.

Edit: it was a beautiful, windy, glorious weekend where I spent the days surrounded by my family and my friends. It was tiring, and dirty, and loud, but a great deal of fun.

Now that it’s time to do some work I am, once again, in a hotel room where the silence is a bit unnerving. However, the bed is comfy, the pillows are plentiful, and the twatwaffles are waiting for me to post something else they can offer their unneeded, unwanted, and probably unwashed opinion on.


Or, fat masochist.
 
Hope everyone in the Dayton area is OK. That was some crazy shit last night, with a conga line of tornadoes. They were using snow plows to clear the highways of debris,
 
Having spent all weekend surrounded by people being alone in this hotel room now is both awesome and unsettling.

Edit: it was a beautiful, windy, glorious weekend where I spent the days surrounded by my family and my friends. It was tiring, and dirty, and loud, but a great deal of fun.

Now that it’s time to do some work I am, once again, in a hotel room where the silence is a bit unnerving. However, the bed is comfy, the pillows are plentiful, and the twatwaffles are waiting for me to post something else they can offer their unneeded, unwanted, and probably unwashed opinion on.


Sounds like a glorious weekend. I was looking forward to spending the day outside, but we had a blast yesterday despite the fact that it rained all day.


Also, nailed it.


It takes a certain type of person to persist in hanging around a social setting where they're almost universally disliked. Chihuahuas of men, yipping bitterness at ankles of people they resent for being what they are not.

A full day of bitter holiday pisting. I almost feel sorry for them.
 


Don't worry about a thing.

We'll just talk our way to prosperity. Noise is valuable.


After all, Facebook and Twatter and Instagram and YouTube and the like provide broad social benefits. They're sources of enduring economic wealth.


 
A full day of bitter holiday pisting. I almost feel sorry for them.
I put them all on ignore, once they out themselves as clichés. And then I smirk at how easy it is, three clicks, to render them even more impotent than they already are. Offline they'd piss their pants at confrontation.
 
I put them all on ignore, once they out themselves as clichés. And then I smirk at how easy it is, three clicks, to render them even more impotent than they already are. Offline they'd piss their pants at confrontation.

You also have autism, so there's that.
 
I put them all on ignore, once they out themselves as clichés. And then I smirk at how easy it is, three clicks, to render them even more impotent than they already are. Offline they'd piss their pants at confrontation.

Even incels need a hobby I suppose.
 
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I put them all on ignore, once they out themselves as clichés. And then I smirk at how easy it is, three clicks, to render them even more impotent than they already are. Offline they'd piss their pants at confrontation.

You housefraus should all go to the General Lounge and swap ailments there.


Wicked burn, bro. How long have you been sitting on that one?



Speaking of sitting on fat ones, tell your mom I said hi.


Pot/kettle. Except they are indeed obese while you only dream of fucking my mom.
 
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Poor thing. Doesn't know the difference between coherency and smarts.
 
In the midst of last week an assignment on the outskirts of Chandler led the powers that be think Tucson was somehow within my general area of operation about 11 hours into my shift and sent me a Tucson assignment. Since I love Tucson, off I went. I enjoyed an unexpected vacation. A (cheap) motel room was a necessity, as I would be way over my endurance to do an immediate turn-around.

I had a very nice time revisiting all of my old haunts from when I used to socialize in Tucson when I was living on the Arizona New Mexico border. It is true though, you can't go home. Home isn't the same as when you left it because things evolve.

After I had played hooky long enough and had pass check out time I decided to go back to work and let the powers that be I know that I was available.

The very first assignment that I had was just seen a woman in this fairly rundown 6-plex and the address if correct would put it at an end unit that was boarded up with some kind of sign such as when they condemn a location. A rather nosy neighbor was clearly interested in my interest in that particular unit so I busy myself looking simply lost and busied less I give away what I suspect did was someone squatting there. Hey often work in low-income areas and end up contacting homeless people frequently. A lot of them are on Mercy Care which is our version of Medicaid. If the person I was trying to contact was squatting there I didn't want to give away her squat.

That wasn't turned out the place was boarded up because the day before the police had gone in there with a tactical vehicle because she had been the victim of a hostage-taking situation. She was trying to gather up some stuff while not breathing because the place still reach of CS gas. The neighbor was concerned that I might be allied with the miscreant now in custody.

I thought I was going to have to take a crash course in the likely byzantine nesting of social services down in Tucson (because that's not my general area of operation) to find her some sort of help with temporary housing but as luck would have it she already had a plan trip to Phoenix to attend graduation for one of her kids, and would be able to stay with them. I dropped her at the bus station where I Matt a Democrat running for the US House of Representatives who was down there doing some fundraising even though he's from an Eastern State. From what I get here on his end of the phone conversation I thought he was some sort of political consultant trying to hire a campaign manager for some candidate but as it turned out he was the actual candidate. Apparently my general demeanor and appearance possibly the cowboy boots suggested to him that I was not a likely Democrat booster even though Tucson's a big Democrat town and he seemed a little disinterested in engagement for somebody who should be out glad-handing but I persisted and ended up having a nice conversation with him. Quite unlike political discussions here we agreed that despite the fact that we have disagreements the commonality of having an interest in politics and valuing those who serve regardless of their political stripe made for a nice little short conversation. I considered offering him a lift back to Phoenix, but worried that we might develop some amnity on such a long ride so I just wished him well.

Either somebody in the head office likes me or I'm extremely fortunate but they managed to Hopscotch me all the way back to Phoenix without me having to just turn around and deadhead back.

Now, I gave you the long version of how I Spent My Summer Vacation to illustrate a point. Everybody has things that they do that are boring and mundane and thinks that they do that happened to be noteworthy. Depending on what one's life outside of lead consist of and what sort of schedule 1 keeps not to mention the time zone one resides in a person might be on or off of lit at any particular time or absent for a length of time.

I recall looking in a couple of times and probably posting a few times during my little vacation in Tucson, but I was probably offline a little more than usual.

This constant announcing how rich and full one's life is compared to other people as evidence by no other thing then whether someone is or is not on live during a particular interval of time when you happen to be engaging in *your* recreation on *your* schedule is beyond silly. It's Facebook stupid. It's Instagram inane. Everybody takes pictures of dishes that look delicious whether they taste delicious or not and nobody takes pictures of ugly looking dishes that are sublime. Everyone's vacation has vacation photos that are composed because they look good and idyllic. That doesn't mean every moment of your vacation was idyllic.

Some of you seem unaware of the fact that there is some new technology called smart phones where everywhere you go you have the ability to check in at lit which all of us do or not. Those of you that proudly announce how rich and full your lives are so that you have no chance whatsoever during your wonderfully full life to post on Lit are fooling no one.

Juttjaw was at least honest the other day when he mentioned that the whole reason that he found himself on lit during his busy weekend was that he had to take a shit. The rest of you don't shit? Lit is very much the modern day Readers Digest that you find on the back of the toilet tank. You also find it on the dashboard of your car. You find it in waiting rooms at airports and having waffles at the hotel breakfast bar.

So stop with the "I can't believe <they> posted this weekend/ on a holiday / overnight / during church / post-coital /while on vacation / with kids underfoot "
 
In a similar vein, I'm not proud of some snarky comments I've made when others have shared what's going on in their actual lives because if they've chosen to share that kind of thing with the class I don't think it's appropriate to be sniping the way Toesker bizarrely is, currently.

To be specific about my own shortcomings the thing that comes to mind was when Wings was shopping for a vehicle because she is a person who has worked hard and gains marketable skills that pay well her budget is commensurate with that. None of those things are anything that I am in any way opposed to or should be in any way denigrating.

Frankly, I'm sure there was some envy on my part, but I was not cripplingly so. It reminded me of more prosperous times when I had more interest in vehicles than I currently stable.

My comment at the time to Wings was that it was an amazingly effective humblebrag. Which it actually was but there's probably a better less derisive term for humblebrag. There are times when you have some great fortune and you wish to let your friends and acquaintances know about it without coming across as braggadocio. There's nothing wrong with soft pedaling some amazing news or and understandably eagerly anticipated purchase. Which is actually what she was doing.

Lately I've seen some things in my shopping that I know a glow would have better knowledge than I (mid century modern stuff) but I've hesitated mentioning because I've been fairly acrimonious towards her for some time and it seems a little disingenuous to suddenly just act like bygones without having some sort of conversation about that.

My hands are by no means clean here but I think somebody needs to say that this dysfunctional family tends to be a larger part of our daily experience than some of us are willing to admit.
 
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