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Miscellaneous Rants Part V
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djwombat81au
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i choose to start
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i was at a certain club in melbourne on friday night, it was pretty well packed. Anyway i went to sit on a chair, and wat did i sit in? CHEWING GUM! i mean if ur off ur chops and ur chewing gum, y not just swallow it, or throw it in a bin, or in a corner, and not place it on a seat, where someone will sit, eventaully! now my phats are in the freezer, trying to freeze the chewing gum off, so i can wear them again. God help anyone if i see someone doing that!
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PLUR mutherfuckers
NOW!
i was at a certain club in melbourne on friday night, it was pretty well packed. Anyway i went to sit on a chair, and wat did i sit in? CHEWING GUM! i mean if ur off ur chops and ur chewing gum, y not just swallow it, or throw it in a bin, or in a corner, and not place it on a seat, where someone will sit, eventaully! now my phats are in the freezer, trying to freeze the chewing gum off, so i can wear them again. God help anyone if i see someone doing that!
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PLUR mutherfuckers
^^^^^^
Invest in some chewing gum remover. Trust me it's the only way to get it all off.
The number of times I've sat in chewy. My favourite pair of red pants have ended up with chewy on the right buttock just about everytime I wear them out.
Invest in some chewing gum remover. Trust me it's the only way to get it all off.
The number of times I've sat in chewy. My favourite pair of red pants have ended up with chewy on the right buttock just about everytime I wear them out.
*Cosmic Mist*
Bluelighter
'Victims of Psychobitch Defacto's'
This is one of my stories - can i join too??
I was 13, and my Dad had gone to Adelaide for the weekend. As my summer curfew was 5pm (YES, 5PM) i pretty much had to leave all of my friends early whenever i went out, and i could never go see the movies they saw because they ran too late and would mean i missed my bus...
On the friday, in the school holidays, in question, one of my friends from berowra who i had not seen in years invited me to see a movie, and i was allowed to go - dad had said yes.
So off i went. the movie was fucking terrible, but the company was brilliant. I ended up missing my bus htough, and when i arrived home at 5:30pm, i found my room completely destroyed (*slight exaggeration - but it was VERY obvious that she's been there*).
She was not home, but i recieved a phonecall from her telling me howmuch trouble i was in, and that dad was gonna pound my ass when he was back in sydney.
I ended up being forced to go through CORRECTIVE COUNSELLING as a result.
She also rang my mother and proceeded to tell her for 1 1/2 hours how much of a shit of a child i was, and how she was a failure as a mother.
I blame her for the poor relationship i have with mum now (viz - i have seen her twice in the last 3 years). SHe still affects me, even though she's been gone for 4 years now...
*sigh*
This is one of my stories - can i join too??
I was 13, and my Dad had gone to Adelaide for the weekend. As my summer curfew was 5pm (YES, 5PM) i pretty much had to leave all of my friends early whenever i went out, and i could never go see the movies they saw because they ran too late and would mean i missed my bus...
On the friday, in the school holidays, in question, one of my friends from berowra who i had not seen in years invited me to see a movie, and i was allowed to go - dad had said yes.
So off i went. the movie was fucking terrible, but the company was brilliant. I ended up missing my bus htough, and when i arrived home at 5:30pm, i found my room completely destroyed (*slight exaggeration - but it was VERY obvious that she's been there*).
She was not home, but i recieved a phonecall from her telling me howmuch trouble i was in, and that dad was gonna pound my ass when he was back in sydney.
I ended up being forced to go through CORRECTIVE COUNSELLING as a result.
She also rang my mother and proceeded to tell her for 1 1/2 hours how much of a shit of a child i was, and how she was a failure as a mother.
I blame her for the poor relationship i have with mum now (viz - i have seen her twice in the last 3 years). SHe still affects me, even though she's been gone for 4 years now...
*sigh*
Never thought I would post on this thread, preferring to bore my friends and real people 
with my never ending tales of pain, self-afflicted or otherwise. But anyhoo....
In July, I bought a little rice mobile with money I did not have only to find out that the dickhead I bought it off had lied about its condition and covered up, with silicone, damages which would not normally be discovered even by a mechanic unless one were to specifically look for it. Yeah, let the buyer beware. Fine.
So there I went, spent more of the aforementioned cash to fix it up and was very pleased with the car and myself. The joys of a forced-induction vehicle is like drinking espresso after only having decaf all your life. Now, being a relatively careful driver after having been in a couple of accidents, I do not tailgate, race or hassle chicks on the footpath, turbo car or not. But as luck would have it, someone ran into my rear and pushed me into the car infront.
Having been the driver at fault in most of my past rear-end collisions (which I might add I have always borne full responsibility, paid for damages, apologised profusely, etc no questions asked), I thought "not again!". The lady that struck me seemed nice enough while the chap infront started yelling at me. So naturally, I was inclined to be nice to her and pissed off with the bloke infront for hitting the emergency brakes without thought. Mistake number 1.
Without admitting responsibility for running into him and knowing that my car was a write off from the rear, I offered to pay for the bloke's minor bumper damage thinking that the lady behind would be responsible enough to pay for mine. Her car was also a write off thanks to her lack of braking and a big fuck-off towbar
on my car. She did not need another person to hound her for payment. Mistake number 2.
While admittedly, the damage on the front of my car looked a shitload worse than that on the back visually, the last thing I expected was for her to turn around after 2 weeks, to tell the assessor that I ran into the car infront first and thus she only struck a wreck! Mr Assessor was also rather unprofessional, not only unable to do give a report immediately, decided that 2 days after he promised the report would be sent, he was interstate bound and could not be arsed to send it till a week later. At this stage, I got quite pissed off and told him what I thought. Mistake number 3.
He then FAXES the report to her a week later, CONFIRMING that I had indeed struck the car infront first based solely on the bitc...lady's account as well as conjuring damages that were not there. Now the bloke infront is after me for payment and I am going to get squat from the woman behind. Joy. So ahoy, aho, it's off to court we go.
See what I mean by boring? Of course there are even MORE details, like how I lost it and yelled at the biatch numerous times when she repeatedly rejected quotations from my panel beaters, refusing to believe that a 20 year old car can be worth more than a couple of hundred dollars.
Moral of the story? Always get insurance, always blame the fella behind and never call an assessor unprofessional even if he is .
Gist of it is, I am fucking annoyed at how irresponsible people are, how quickly I lose it with fuckwits and in doing so screw myself over by making things worse than they already are. There, that is my rant. God please do not make this a habit....
[ 28 October 2002: Message edited by: syke ]
with my never ending tales of pain, self-afflicted or otherwise. But anyhoo....In July, I bought a little rice mobile with money I did not have only to find out that the dickhead I bought it off had lied about its condition and covered up, with silicone, damages which would not normally be discovered even by a mechanic unless one were to specifically look for it. Yeah, let the buyer beware. Fine.
So there I went, spent more of the aforementioned cash to fix it up and was very pleased with the car and myself. The joys of a forced-induction vehicle is like drinking espresso after only having decaf all your life. Now, being a relatively careful driver after having been in a couple of accidents, I do not tailgate, race or hassle chicks on the footpath, turbo car or not. But as luck would have it, someone ran into my rear and pushed me into the car infront.
Having been the driver at fault in most of my past rear-end collisions (which I might add I have always borne full responsibility, paid for damages, apologised profusely, etc no questions asked), I thought "not again!". The lady that struck me seemed nice enough while the chap infront started yelling at me. So naturally, I was inclined to be nice to her and pissed off with the bloke infront for hitting the emergency brakes without thought. Mistake number 1.
Without admitting responsibility for running into him and knowing that my car was a write off from the rear, I offered to pay for the bloke's minor bumper damage thinking that the lady behind would be responsible enough to pay for mine. Her car was also a write off thanks to her lack of braking and a big fuck-off towbar
While admittedly, the damage on the front of my car looked a shitload worse than that on the back visually, the last thing I expected was for her to turn around after 2 weeks, to tell the assessor that I ran into the car infront first and thus she only struck a wreck! Mr Assessor was also rather unprofessional, not only unable to do give a report immediately, decided that 2 days after he promised the report would be sent, he was interstate bound and could not be arsed to send it till a week later. At this stage, I got quite pissed off and told him what I thought. Mistake number 3.
He then FAXES the report to her a week later, CONFIRMING that I had indeed struck the car infront first based solely on the bitc...lady's account as well as conjuring damages that were not there. Now the bloke infront is after me for payment and I am going to get squat from the woman behind. Joy. So ahoy, aho, it's off to court we go.
See what I mean by boring? Of course there are even MORE details, like how I lost it and yelled at the biatch numerous times when she repeatedly rejected quotations from my panel beaters, refusing to believe that a 20 year old car can be worth more than a couple of hundred dollars.
Moral of the story? Always get insurance, always blame the fella behind and never call an assessor unprofessional even if he is
. Gist of it is, I am fucking annoyed at how irresponsible people are, how quickly I lose it with fuckwits and in doing so screw myself over by making things worse than they already are. There, that is my rant. God please do not make this a habit....
[ 28 October 2002: Message edited by: syke ]
elevhein
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^^^^
I feel you pain on this one.
I was in the left of two lanes heading the same direction, when some nice lad decided to turn into his driveway from the right lane (having to cross my path to make it into his driveway) collecting the front end of my beloved beast.
So anywho, details swapped and shit like that, handed it all over to the insurance companies. There wasn't a huge amount of damages to either cars, but they needed to be fixed.
So, the lovely lad, decided to tell his insurance company somehow that this was my fault, who inturn told my insurance company that it was my fault, who decided to accept their version of the truth (without any consultation to me) and then tried to recover the funds of my super high excess!!!
Naturally I told them to go cram it, and looked a lil further into it myself, and found out that the $2K plus damages to their car (which were higher than my excess) were actually only $700 (quite a bit less than my excess).....so it became apparent that my insurance company for whatever reason were trying to screw me for the amount of my excess.
They got told once again to cram it.
Ooooh, and yesterday, someone scraped the back of my car severely in a car park, and neglected to leave any details.
Arseholes
I feel you pain on this one.
I was in the left of two lanes heading the same direction, when some nice lad decided to turn into his driveway from the right lane (having to cross my path to make it into his driveway) collecting the front end of my beloved beast.
So anywho, details swapped and shit like that, handed it all over to the insurance companies. There wasn't a huge amount of damages to either cars, but they needed to be fixed.
So, the lovely lad, decided to tell his insurance company somehow that this was my fault, who inturn told my insurance company that it was my fault, who decided to accept their version of the truth (without any consultation to me) and then tried to recover the funds of my super high excess!!!
Naturally I told them to go cram it, and looked a lil further into it myself, and found out that the $2K plus damages to their car (which were higher than my excess) were actually only $700 (quite a bit less than my excess).....so it became apparent that my insurance company for whatever reason were trying to screw me for the amount of my excess.
They got told once again to cram it.
Ooooh, and yesterday, someone scraped the back of my car severely in a car park, and neglected to leave any details.
Arseholes
RobertRollie
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I *FUCKING HATE* it when you make plans with someone and then they back out of it at the last minute with some lame excuse.
CynaKill
Bluelighter
(RE: RR's post) Yeah, social anxiety is a bitch!
[ 29 October 2002: Message edited by: CynaKill ]
[ 29 October 2002: Message edited by: CynaKill ]
Raving Loony
Bluelighter
People who continuously say "IT'S ALL GOOD!". 
God, I want to punch people in the nose nowadays when I hear that. It is like so old and damn annoyingly over-used.
God, I want to punch people in the nose nowadays when I hear that. It is like so old and damn annoyingly over-used.
Well, while on the car accident topic, I had someone hit me in a carpar. I have heard of people doing this, but not first hand.
Anyway, they had the balls to actually leave a note saying "I am currently writing this note for the purpose of the onlookers. They think I am doing the right thing and leaving my details, whilst I am actually writing FUCK YOU! I am not paying for this, I would say sorry but this is pretty funny!"
I never thought anyone would actually have the balls to write a note like that, I wish I had of found them writing it
Anyway, they had the balls to actually leave a note saying "I am currently writing this note for the purpose of the onlookers. They think I am doing the right thing and leaving my details, whilst I am actually writing FUCK YOU! I am not paying for this, I would say sorry but this is pretty funny!"
I never thought anyone would actually have the balls to write a note like that, I wish I had of found them writing it
PsychoKitten
Bluelight Crew
Ohhhhhh that's just freaking nasty I can't believe some people.
I can't believe some people.Elevhein: Have you tried locating or speaking to an Insurance Ombudsman about the matter? Assuming that your insurance company are being pricks and want to cancel your cover or various other nasties... That is why I do not believe in insurance, unless you have money to burn. You pay them hoping to get peace of mind but when shit hits the fan, they do not even want to know you.
Mossy: What an utter bastard! At the very least he could have written an apology! If it is a carpark in a building, they usually have security cameras so it might be worth your while to ask management. Or keep an eye out for people snickering as they walk past your car .
I can understand if people cannot afford to take full responsibility or even want to bear as little as possible but to push the blame to the person they screwed over or to gloat about it is just so wrong!
Mossy: What an utter bastard! At the very least he could have written an apology! If it is a carpark in a building, they usually have security cameras so it might be worth your while to ask management. Or keep an eye out for people snickering as they walk past your car
.I can understand if people cannot afford to take full responsibility or even want to bear as little as possible but to push the blame to the person they screwed over or to gloat about it is just so wrong!
The useless piece of shit teh stupid fucking ato call their website. It's the most fucked up piece of fuck that I've ever had the fucking pain to ever fucking use. It's got so many fucking stupid fucking fucked design floors in what should have been a simple fucking page that it's not fucking funny. If your going to fucking make a fucking page to lodge your tax fucking return you think you dumb fuckers could fucking actual make the fucking thing fucking work.
I'm fookin pissed right now.
I'm fookin pissed right now.
PsychoKitten
Bluelight Crew
I hate the way my meds make me feel. I’m taking natural progesterone; which is supposed to help sort out my hormones since numerous tests have shown I don’t produce it to a level that’s anywhere near normal.
The problem is it makes me short-tempered and generally icky. This is totally fucked up considering I’m an adult educator and I spend time in front of a class where my patience is extremely important.
Generally things are going well in my life, after getting good news twice this week I should be on cloud nine, instead I’m in a total funk. The mood swings are starting to get to me I’m sick and tired of being high one minute and down the next.
Add that to the fact that my specialist is getting ready to change my meds but I have to go to about 50 thousand more blood tests before he can, the fact that although my two major fears have been allayed there are so many more questions that I still don’t have answers to, and the fact that my new meds will cause me to put on weight – as if I bloody need that. Considering this whole journey into what’s wrong with Kitty’s body was started because I went to the doctors curious as to why I wasn’t losing weight with the amount of exercise I do, I’ve just about had enough of the whole medical profession.
The problem is it makes me short-tempered and generally icky. This is totally fucked up considering I’m an adult educator and I spend time in front of a class where my patience is extremely important.
Generally things are going well in my life, after getting good news twice this week I should be on cloud nine, instead I’m in a total funk. The mood swings are starting to get to me I’m sick and tired of being high one minute and down the next.
Add that to the fact that my specialist is getting ready to change my meds but I have to go to about 50 thousand more blood tests before he can, the fact that although my two major fears have been allayed there are so many more questions that I still don’t have answers to, and the fact that my new meds will cause me to put on weight – as if I bloody need that. Considering this whole journey into what’s wrong with Kitty’s body was started because I went to the doctors curious as to why I wasn’t losing weight with the amount of exercise I do, I’ve just about had enough of the whole medical profession.
Speaking of meds...
Currently in that period where it's hard for me to even leave my bed, because I wake up and think that being dead would be better than having to get up and face the shithole of the world we live in.
So I smash the snooze button for an hour, then turn the goddam alarm off and miss a day of uni. I wake up and feel like shit. The remainder of the day is an achievement of nothing, most of the time me thinking whether or not to finally go on the anti's.
Maybe it's just because the exams are coming up.
Summer holidays are next. I should probably stick it out 'til then and stick around for them.
Fuck the meds. Been through worse anyway. Who needs them when one has good friends and a place called BL?
[ 01 November 2002: Message edited by: RevHead ]
Currently in that period where it's hard for me to even leave my bed, because I wake up and think that being dead would be better than having to get up and face the shithole of the world we live in.
So I smash the snooze button for an hour, then turn the goddam alarm off and miss a day of uni. I wake up and feel like shit. The remainder of the day is an achievement of nothing, most of the time me thinking whether or not to finally go on the anti's.
Maybe it's just because the exams are coming up.
Summer holidays are next. I should probably stick it out 'til then and stick around for them.
Fuck the meds. Been through worse anyway. Who needs them when one has good friends and a place called BL?
[ 01 November 2002: Message edited by: RevHead ]
funki
Bluelighter
About 6 months ago i brought myself a nice new PC for my own room, paid for it myself, very nice machine, got a guy from work to build it for me, i did wish to have it networked with the one downstairs so i had the internet in my room too...
THE PROBLEM IS MY FATHER
The pc downstairs runs WIN 98 , a pretty old OS, mine runs XP pro. We tried to network them but there are problems with the downstairs PC that wont allow them to connect.
I had my friend from work over the guy that does all my PC stuff for me . Because no matter what we tried the PC's would not network, he decided to delete all the networking settings from My PC and from the one downstairs and to refresh them so the computers would finally come together.
We had no problems doing this on my pc because i have XP everything ran really well. The problem lied with his Pc again, it just wouldnt work after we refreshed the settings.
IT wouldnt go online, and every program we tried to run had the blue screen of death and critical errors, he was shitty @ me i was shitty @ him....
So last night when i was out he decided to try and fix things himself on the old PC the one with WIN 98, THE pc that has ALL my MP3's that have taken ages to get, ALL my documents and WRITING, MY ICQ contact list, ALL my pictures and other stuff
SO HE DECIDES TO BACK UP ALL HIS STUFF AND DELETE WINDOWS.......!!!!!!!!
I AM ABSOLUTELY FUMING HAND HAVE GIVEN HIM HELL OVER THIS
HE DELETED ALL MY FILES, EVERYTHING OF MINE OFF THAT PC WITHOUT EVEN GIVING ME A FUCKING PHONE CALL TO ASK IF I WANT ANYTHING SAVED OR BACKED UP, IVE LOST ALL MY WIRTING, PHOTOS, CONTACT LISTS EVERYTHING
WHAT A FUCKING TOSSER, dad im goin to give you hell for the next few months, treat you like shit and be a bitch, be prepared to live in my hell.
if you are on my list please message me
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THE PROBLEM IS MY FATHER
The pc downstairs runs WIN 98 , a pretty old OS, mine runs XP pro. We tried to network them but there are problems with the downstairs PC that wont allow them to connect.
I had my friend from work over the guy that does all my PC stuff for me . Because no matter what we tried the PC's would not network, he decided to delete all the networking settings from My PC and from the one downstairs and to refresh them so the computers would finally come together.
We had no problems doing this on my pc because i have XP everything ran really well. The problem lied with his Pc again, it just wouldnt work after we refreshed the settings.
IT wouldnt go online, and every program we tried to run had the blue screen of death and critical errors, he was shitty @ me i was shitty @ him....
So last night when i was out he decided to try and fix things himself on the old PC the one with WIN 98, THE pc that has ALL my MP3's that have taken ages to get, ALL my documents and WRITING, MY ICQ contact list, ALL my pictures and other stuff
SO HE DECIDES TO BACK UP ALL HIS STUFF AND DELETE WINDOWS.......!!!!!!!!
I AM ABSOLUTELY FUMING HAND HAVE GIVEN HIM HELL OVER THIS
HE DELETED ALL MY FILES, EVERYTHING OF MINE OFF THAT PC WITHOUT EVEN GIVING ME A FUCKING PHONE CALL TO ASK IF I WANT ANYTHING SAVED OR BACKED UP, IVE LOST ALL MY WIRTING, PHOTOS, CONTACT LISTS EVERYTHING
WHAT A FUCKING TOSSER, dad im goin to give you hell for the next few months, treat you like shit and be a bitch, be prepared to live in my hell.
if you are on my list please message me
42106976
vurtomatic
Bluelight Crew
did ur dad know ur stuff were on his win98 pc? its quite common for parents to lose sight of things like this or think those files were unimporant; if he even knew they were on the machine.
i'd be pissed off too if it happened to me... but then i'd have enough sense and responsibility to back them up and remove them from a machine which i wasnt using regularly anymore
i'd be pissed off too if it happened to me... but then i'd have enough sense and responsibility to back them up and remove them from a machine which i wasnt using regularly anymore
Raving Loony
Bluelighter
Use another OS. I went to XP Pro because I got sick of my tennants downloading dodgy activex plugins for IE. User profiles in NT/Win2k/XP on an NTFS partition is the way to go. Unless you're going to become another penguin of course. 
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