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Saturday, November 12th, 2011
11:36 am [stormchild03]	You're ALL asshats! I thought that you were a polite, well mannered young man whos mother had done a fantastic job of raising a son she could be proud of. Boy Was I Wrong! I had no idea that when I dropped my daughter off at your house to play video games with you and your little brother that your mother was allowing you to be ALONE in your bedroom with my daughter. I had no idea that you were pressuring her into having oral sex with you. I just found out that you took her cell phone away from her and dropped it down your pants. You forced her to fish it out and when she did it was covered with ejaculate. Now that you've gotten everything but the sex she's refused to do without a ring on her hand, you and your hair-brained mother are raising a fuss with the school saying that my daughter is stalking you and won't leave you alone! You want her to leave you alone and stop bothering you but YOU are the one who keeps sending her messages on Facebook. Back Off, you incestuous freaks or it will be US getting a restraining order against YOU! Current Mood: angry (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 4th, 2011
7:38 pm [prncsbkwrm]	Dearest Asshat, Usually, when I complain about the HMO I belong to (starts with a K, shares part of the name of the last German emperor), it's to complain about the various doctors and nurses who wouldn't know how to pour pee out of a boot with instructions printed on the bottom. You, sir, had no right to complain, as the doors were closing on my mother and myself, that we would "break the elevator". Really? Really? In the first place, I assure you, that if the elevator can hold a patient in a wheelchair, it can hold us. In the second place, we've been using that elevator for years to get up and down and recently lost weight. In the third place, nobody asked your opinion. I hope that somewhere in your near future, an elevator will break down when you are the only one in it. Until then, please have a nice day somewhere else. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 28th, 2011
11:25 am [fibro_witch]	Being a manager is a bit more than the color of your shirt I know it must be exciting, your first job in management. With a face that looks as if it sees a razor as often as my legs do. It must be cool, instead of working you get to watch other people do work. This indeed is why I would like to call something to your attention. While you look to be no older than my car, some of your employees look old enough to have given birth to what ever rock you hatched from. Some of them are a bit hard of hearing, they don't move as fast as they use to. The ladies you spoke to so obnoxiously in front of me today were not slacking, they were not gabbing, they were doing their jobs! I don't recall complaining or even mentioning that my groceries were not being bagged as quickly as I expected. I just can't see any reason why you needed to come over and give a woman maybe thrice your age a lesson on putting paper bags inside plastic bags. I did not even WANT to have paper bags put inside plastic bags. I was fine with just plastic, my bad I usually bring reusable bags, but this was just a quick trip. Do you have some issues with people older than you? Perhaps you did not get enough attention as a child? I hope you were not jumping on the woman bagging my groceries as a way of getting my attention? Well you did get my attention, but mostly because your a douche! Honestly I have boots that are older than you, my dog more mature, even my cat would have called you out. And now that all my vitriol has been released in this lj, I can now sit down and write a letter of complaint to your manager! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, June 23rd, 2011
11:20 am [elorie]	Announcement I am cleaning out my LJ closets.  If anyone wants to take this community over, let me know. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 5th, 2011
2:07 pm [bheansidhe]	Dear Paranoid Pee-sprinkling Precious Potty Princesses: Dear Paranoid Pee-sprinkling Precious Potty Princesses (And Your Faithful Sidekick, Tinklebell): We work in a professional building that houses, maximum, fifty women, spread over three floors. The building gets almost no outside traffic. There are three stalls per floor. A bit of math reveals that breakdown as approximately 5.5 women per available stall. I realize that you must, simply MUST, squat on your spike-heeled tippy-toes above the wretched wretched seat that is regularly entombed beneath the fleshy buttocks of your co-workers and - thus protected - urinate from the Stratosphere of Sanitation, with your little Banana Republic skirts hiked up to your earlobes. Your twat-purse strings clench closed at the thought of touching your female bits to the germ- and disease-ridden community porcelain. I get that. Though in fairness, I'd like to point out that -- a cleaning service comes in not once, not twice, but three times per business day to cleanse and sanitize the bathrooms, while your home toilet probably gets it once a week at best; -- a stash of flushable paper toilet seat covers is always available in every stall; -- you can purchase and carry purse-sized sanitizing spray; these three factors rendering the community porcelain a safe place to perch while On the Phone to Mother Nature. Regardless. I simply wish you'd be consistent. I will go weeks without sitting down to Wet Seat Surprise - there being some phone calls that must be answered from a sitting position - only to rush in one busy day and sit in a sprinkle of your pee. Your pee is not fairy dust. Your pee is not pleasant. Your pee, in short, is Not My Kink. And while you may look down your precious princess noses at my plebian practice of sitting versus squatting, I will point out that *I* have the basic fucking courtesy to leave the bathroom in habitable condition for the next coworker, and you do not. In short: either designate one stall as "squatters only," or learn to wipe the goddamn seat off when you're through. No love, Me. (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011
11:04 am [prncsbkwrm]	Dear local resteraunt, I have heard recently from two different reliable sources that you are refusing service to my Asian friends, probably due to a change in management. Given that anywhere from 80-90% of my friends are Asian, I am highly unamused at these shenanigans. The first chance I get, I will be bringing a video camera in to record this and sending it to a local media station. We'll see how long your racist polices last after that, shall we? In short, please to go die in a fire until this is fixed. Thank you. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, February 12th, 2011
2:23 pm [fibro_witch]	How could you think THAT was not gross Just got back from the grocery store, only needed a few things some fresh fruit and milk. The store is really pushing the self checkout and had only two people at registers. With long lines at both. I was chatting with the guy in front of me and his son, they were super sweet. Paid absolutely no attention to the guy in line behind me. As the guy in front of me finished checking out, I started putting my food on the belt. He turned to say good bye and his eyes shot up. He looked at the guy standing behind me and said "He is eating the grapes out of your bag!" I was stunned, just stunned!!! I let him know that what he was doing was gross and stealing. And gross, since he was eating grapes out of the bag I planned on eating! He brushed it off telling me I should lighten up and shut up. I refused to let him get away with it, not only was I not going to buy produce someone had been snacking from, but I told him I expected him to buy that bag of grapes. Since he had decided he wanted grapes, he could have those. My new friend just stood there, silently backing me up. The clerk flipped on her light to get a manager to come over. I got the manager to get me another bag of grapes, one that the zip lock close had not been opened. What he did not do however was make the creep behind me purchase the grapes he had been eating! He zipped the bag shut and put it in the return cart! Which means someone is going to go over to the grape bin and get what they think is an untouched pound of grapes. It might only be off by an ounce or two but who knows where you hands have been. Yes I wash all my fruit before eating it, but that was beyond the pale. It was disgusting. (12 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 15th, 2010
6:42 pm [monaki]	Dear Fuckwit Who Thought It Would Be a Good Idea to Send Me That Dramatic Shit On Facebook: Fuck you. I am busy as hell with finals right now. So busy, in fact, that I have not actually had time to hang out with my friend who is dating your friend's ex. This is stupid high-school shit, and you're, what? In your 30s? 40s? I don't know, because I don't even know you, and you decided to haul me back into drama that I backed away from a long time ago. But no, really, I appreciated you reminding me that my best friend is dating a jackass freeloader who's twice her age and I can't do anything about it. Yeah, thanks for that. And I appreciate you trying to manipulate me into fighting for you, while lying about this ex person assaulting my friend (no, of course I believe you that she never hit her, and your story about a look-alike with the same name is so plausible, too!). I appreciate it, because for just a little while, I had forgotten that stupid high-school drama doesn't stay in high school, and being a 27-year-old woman who's trying to improve her life and stay out of things she can't change will NOT, in fact, keep me away from said drama. You proved that idiots like you can still get to me, because you got me to write a long, well-thought-out reply, and then you threw some childish shit back at me immediately before blocking me. Congratulations, Person I Have Never Even Met. You, ma'am, are an asshat. No Love, Someone who is TOTALLY over this assinine shit. PS: You officially lost when you resorted to fat jokes. Coward. Current Mood: infuriated (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, December 5th, 2010
12:11 pm [malefica_v]	English, mofo: do you write it? Dear Internet, It has come to my attention that the apostrophe is the most abused punctuation of all. Now that every asshat with an opinion is permitted to have a blog or a web site, said asshats have taken to writing plurals and possessives with inappropriate apostrophes. Jeebus Aitch Chrysler! How in blazes did you cretins get beyond third grade?? How did you pass secondary school? How did so many of you actually obtain a liberal arts degree?!!?! For the love of Strunk & White, what has happened to the ability to reread and edit any articles that are published as part of a news service?! Regard's, [sic] Malefica Vainglorious Current Mood: annoyed (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, December 3rd, 2010
3:34 pm [lilliah]	Road Rage Girl returns Dear array of asshats over the past few weeks, When you are waiting to turn left onto a main road from a side road, and you've got a stop sign but the main road does not, you do not have the right of way over any vehicles on that main road. No ifs, ands, or buts. You wait your effing turn as long as it takes to either clear traffic on both sides or, if one exists, pull into the middle turn lane and wait to merge. This situation INCLUDES when someone on that main road is trying to turn left onto the same side road that you are waiting to exit. There have been SEVEN of you in the past three weeks that have attempted to T-bone me as I made the left onto the side road, because you wanted to make your left off the side road first. This is not fucking acceptable. Assuming all SEVEN of you fools have valid licenses, you should know better. I don't care how long you'd been waiting to make your turn, I can't back up in the turn lane to give you room to cut across and I shouldn't have to. At the risk of sounding bratty, that's MY right of way, damnit. I wait patiently to make that same turn every damn day when I leave, and you can, too. Bonus points to the entitled bitch who flipped me off today. You are the reason I'm writing this rant - lucky #7, the one with big enough imaginary balls to blame me for your stupidity. I hope someone puts a nice big ding in that pretty little convertible of yours if you try that shit again. No love, lilliah Current Mood: pissed off (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 27th, 2010
4:47 pm [lillyflowers]	We used to be friends. Then I started dating your ex, the one you told me to be better friends with, remember that? So the unthinkable happened and I'm head over heels in love with your ex, it's mutual btw. But you're making our lives a living hell some of the time so listen up Sparky. We have new rules of engagement. First, I'm sick to death of you making snarky, disparaging remarks about me to Boyfriend You know full well that he's going to tell me. Then you get upset if I know? Wasn't that the point, you telling him so he'd tell me? God you had Boyfriend tell me about the split because you couldn't/wouldn't. I deserved to have you tell me, too. Stop it. If you've got a problem with me, or something I've done, point your words at me. Don't put him in the middle to do your dirty work. It's a lousy way to treat someone who you say you still care about and want to be friends with. Oh, and putting up not so cryptic Facebook statuses, that I *know* are directed at him, or me? Childish. Stop it. Second, you m'dear, have some serious boundary issues. You are not friends. What you did to him are some of the very same things my ex did to me. I know a fair bit of your relationship, having consoled him in the misery loves company fashion for months. Friends don't pull shit like that on friends. He's so nice he won't tell you you. But I will: He doesn't want a relationship with you, now or ever. Get that out of your head now, you'll be emotionally healthier for it.   It's OUR relationship, he and I, and you have no business inserting yourself into our lives as much as you do. Yea, you're the kids stepmom, and I'm fine with doing the stepmom thing if that's what you want to do (btw, when did they stop being "Boyfriend's project" and become "Our project", or were you just lying to me about that, too.) Asking Boyfriend how to make an iMovie, advice about thumb drives, the constant friendly interruptions, "OMG I've had a hard day" crap, celebrating, as a family unit his birthday at [Restaurant], wanting to decorate Christmas trees as a family and god knows I could go on and on—you would have been LIVID if OtherEx had done that to you while you were with him. It's inappropriate with her. It's inappropriate with you. Thirdly, while we're on the subject of cheaters... You were cheating with Slut while consoling me because my spouse cheated on me. How two faced that was. Fuck when I figured THAT out, do you know how that cut thru me? I never said a word to you. I never let on. I got past THAT but clearly I still am angry about it because I felt the fool when I figured it out. Still, I treated you better than you deserved. No more. You get what you give. Fourth, the girlfriend code yea it was an issue with me too. We've had an attraction to each other for a while, probably dating back to January. MutualFriend says he noticed it. We resisted and finally that week he told you, we could resist no longer. But you know what? You wanted him to be happy. You wanted me to be happy. Although, apparently, not us together. That's a damned shame you don't get what you want. But you don't count in this. It all comes down to this: If you hadn't done what you did with Slut, we would't be having this conversation now, would we? You gave up all rights to him when you ignored your marriage vows and fucked around with Slut. I've tried. Lord Knows I've Tried. To keep peace in the family I swallowed HARD to deal with what you've done, to him, to me–especially these past five months, calling me The Girlfriend? We've known each other a dozen or more years and I get called that, really? I'm beyond done dealing with your petulant, drama-filled personality. I'm calling you on your shit. Sit on your high and mighty horse and I'll laugh my ass off when it collapses under the weight of your hypocrisy. (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 31st, 2010
11:05 pm [cumaeansibyl]	Dear trick-or-treat asshats, When I put out a bowl of candy with a "please take only one" sign, I didn't expect to have any candy left over. I'm not dumb, just lazy. I also didn't expect someone to take my bowl. Or my sign. Doesn't that seem unnecessary? Didn't you bring a bag? I'll have the last laugh, though. You see, when I put at the bottom of the sign "violators will be reported to the monsters under their beds," I wasn't joking. I've since been in touch with the head of IMI Local #76 (Indoor Monsters International), who oversees the activities of all under-the-bed, closet, and bottom-of-the-basement-stairs monsters in the tri-county area. You may think you've gotten away scot-free, but believe me, they know how to find you. Sweet dreams! (Comment on this)
Monday, September 13th, 2010
2:50 pm [fibro_witch]	NEVER put your cell phone first Dear Man I don't know with the smart phone and baby girl. No matter how important the phone call you do not ignore what your child is  doing.  Even if your talking to the President of Iran and he is offering to free all three of those Americans in jail!  You should still be paying more attention to your daughter! It should not be the job of the person walking her dog to stop your daughter from wandering into traffic.  It should not be the responsibility of the person who had to look for you with your daughter in hand.  And it should have been really really obvious!  When the person with your daughter confronted you about your lack of attention, you should have hung UP the phone!  Not complained that we interrupted you!  I guess in your case the phone was smarter than you (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, June 11th, 2010
2:57 pm [lillyflowers]	You, yea, YOU in the gas-powered RollingSkate, You came flying out of nowhere, right up on my bumper, and passed me on the right. Not cool, but hey, as asshat driving tricks go it's not the worst one in the book. Apparently 70-75 mph wasn't fast enough for you. Fine. Go around me. What is really an asshat trick is to come screaming up on my bumper, pass me, get back in my lane and drop your speed from *ridiculous* to 60 mph. In the high speed lane. When I realize that you intend to drive 60-62ish in this lane I'm puzzled because you were doing at least 80 approaching my bumper. I put my directional on and try to go around you, and you decide to pull in front of me. We did this synchronized dance several times, sometimes with the blinker, sometimes without. You clearly thought it hilarious. I found it extremely irritating. You are an asshat of a higher magnitude than I originally thought. Listen, you are not going to win in this game of fuckery with me. Ever. I've driven in some pretty hairy conditions and as a result I've got nerves of steel behind the wheel. I'm also incredibly patient and will wait for an opening. Also? There's more than one reason I have a car with some serious horsepower. The number one reason is so that I can punch it and leave asshats like you in the dust. I enjoyed the look on your face as I blew right past you. And while I'm at it... To Mr. Motorcycle Driver, Driving in the breakdown lane is not only going to get you a ticket, it's going to get you hit by a car or someone is going to door you. I don't care which it is as long as it means you're not on the road anymore. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 8th, 2010
5:45 pm [fibro_witch]	Because this community will LOVE this one This is to funny, I just have to share it --- Took Byron for his walk. On the way back I saw two Revere Police officers putting a guy in the back of a cruiser.  There was a tow truck there putting a really nice looking motorcycle on the back of a flatbed truck.  Lots of people were watching, and laughing.  Well I had to find out what was so funny, so I asked.   Apparently this guy had been weaving through traffic on his motorcycle . He lost control of the bike, right in front of the Revere Police traffic control officer.  He flipped on his side and his back pack took the hardest part of the fall.  Sadly, said backpack broke open, and 11 blocks of pot bounced their way over to the traffic control officer.  Who promptly called for backup and arrested the rider. When I arrived, one of the officers was driving off with the kid and the other was taking statements from the people who had watched the entire thing.  You know, it's never a good thing when the arresting officer and the witnessed are laughing at you.  EDIT: Removed the reference about the type of motorcycle.  (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, May 21st, 2010
7:59 pm [mel_redcap]	Hello, tiny asshat! My goodness girl, you're starting young. You're, what, eight? At the most? You're small and skinny and you would be cute if you didn't have that little sour sneer in miniature pasted on your face. And you are skilled in the Way of the Asshat. It was a fairly asshat move to decide that you didn't like that quiet young woman - was it her headscarf? - and pound on the back of her seat until she moved to get away from you, and sat next to me. It was a prime asshat move to follow her down the aisle and start doing it again. I would give you points for stopping when I turned around and said "Hey! Don't do that, please!", if it weren't for the fact that you then waited until the bus doors opened, gave one last massive thump, bolted onto the platform, then thumped on the window and gave me the finger. My. Aren't you brave. Really, dear, sooner or later you're going to do something like that to someone who is having a Very Bad Day, or perhaps has old-fashioned views about discipline for children and it-takes-a-village, and you will regret it. As for the woman with the Mini Asshat, who did absolutely nothing to rein her in but watched me and the young woman in the headscarf like hawks in case we dared use anything more than words to rebuke her little precious: Congratulations. You are raising your daughter to be one of the people who 'prove' the negative stereotypes bigots hold about your ethnic grouping. Way to go! Current Mood: annoyed (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 20th, 2010
4:54 pm [leorising1959]	Just. Shut. Up. Dear Asshat Who Happens To Be Related: 1. Yes, thirty years ago you were a machinist. Our mother paid for your community college education. You did not lose your job due to outsourcing to India and China. You threw your job away after three failed 90-day sojourns in recovery, because Mom left you a large inheritance. 2. Your "entrepreneurial adventures", which you say don't count as "careers", actually do count. You failed at each one. 3. You lost the two -- count 'em, TWO -- houses you inherited, not because the bank or the tax collector were mean to you, but because you were too busy drinking, drugging and being depressed to actually pay taxes or, eventually, your second and third mortgages. 5. Your latest "career" was, as you say, in the "homeless industry", which job you got because you were an actual representative for other homeless people on the charitable boards in the town whose streets you slept on. You threw that one away because you chose to pick fights with people you didn't get along with -- even though they were your supervisors, and their bosses. 6. You are not homeless in Texas right now because of a lack of education, the flight of jobs to other countries, a lack of investment money, a crooked mortgage agent, an evil tax-man, the vagaries of consumers, or the vindictiveness of co-workers. You threw away all of those opportunities, as well as a pretty large inheritance, because you were a drunken, drugged-out fool who refused to get medical help for his bipolar illness and wouldn't take advice from anyone. Good luck with your new janitorial "career" in Texas, that is, if you actually get the job. No, you can't have any money. No love, Sis Current Mood: annoyed (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 18th, 2010
5:19 pm [lilliah]	"Do you even know how to drive in a roundabout?!" My apologies in advance for another driving rant... (: Dear Asshat Lady in the gray Chevy SUV crossover Whatever-that-thing-was, Ah, my little hometown. Infamous home of many Evil Roundabouts. It's an experiment of sorts. Occasionally, it brings about problems when people don't read the signs. When encountering the infamous Super Evil Dual-Laned Roundabouts, the End Boss if you will, the lanes each have a certain function. Imagine that! One can go forward in either lane, but the left can only turn left and the right can only turn right. The ingenuity of it all! You cannot put yourself in the right/outer lane and then go all the way around to make the left. Well, I suppose I'm wrong -- you could do that, if no one else is in the roundabout. During rush hour, like less than an hour ago? No way Jose. You and I entered the Evil Dual-Laned Roundabout at the same time, from the same direction. I was in the left lane, intending to proceed forward and then make a left turn into the bank just outside the EDLR. You were in the right lane...intending to go left. I saw you stop, get angry because I was in your way of the left turn, and then fall in behind me as we exited the EDLR. I figured you got confused, and would turn around and try again. I was apparently wrong. You followed me into the bank parking lot, then proceeded to scream at me. Oh, okay. Now I was confused. And then it all became clear when you spat out: "You were blocking my right of way! Do you even know how to drive in a fucking roundabout?!" No, lady. I don't. It's just the fact that I'm fat, apparently, and my big, fat elbows get in the way. (LOLWUT?) How did I ever function without your ridiculous, middle-school-throwback tirade to guide me? How did I ever drive at all? Also, I applaud your fun and exciting lecture happening right in front of a pair of kids outside of another car in the lot. You're a great example. I absolutely love the fact that you pretended to pull away, then turned around (which put you going the wrong way...again) and came back after I got out of my car to visit the ATM. You came back to...sit behind my car while I was in the bank. I'm not sure what the point was, whether you were taking down my license plate (because a vanity plate like mine is SO hard to remember) or waiting for me to come back out of the bank to have a few more polite words. Whatever you were doing, you were gone before I got back out. Which is good, because, not to get all Internet Tough Chick on you, I had pepper spray and an aluminum baseball bat in my car, and I was not about to have you block me from leaving the bank just because you've got a problem with the (correct) way that I drive. Here's hoping you blow a tire in the middle of a very inconvenient place and get lots of irrational & incoherent screaming at you! I can't tell you how much I enjoyed it, myself. No love, lilliah P.S. Déjà vu sucks. Current Mood: annoyed (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 9th, 2010
11:44 am [floopyboo]	Dear Editor, The purpose of the editorial is to provide a personal reflection upon the periodical's theme, not to shove your opinion down the readers' throats. All the best, A former subscriber. (Comment on this)
Friday, May 7th, 2010
3:27 pm [b_gum]	so, coworker... what's the point of turning off the coffee pot at 2:30 when we don't leave work until 5:30? is because you already got your afternoon cup and think that nobody could possibly want anymore, so it's okay to let it get cold? or are you a no-coffee activist who's trying to save all of our souls from the coffee deamon? Please tell me.. i want to understand because you do it EVERY DAY! Annoyance through persistance.. you've accomplished it. no love, IFRIGGINNEEDCAFFEINEBLAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! (2 Comments |Comment on this)