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I only object to idiot vegans (and veganism truly is a form of idiocy) (seriously it'd be safer to fast 4 days of the week) who insist on telling me I'm evil for enjoying a massive chunk of bleeding meat every once in a while.  I hate proselytizers and missionaries, no matter what the message.  I don't go around telling vegans they're fucking idiots for malnutriting themselves; I certainly don't want to be lectured about how I'm tainting myself with all the chemicals that farm animals get pumped with, or that I'm killing harmless creatures.  Farm animals aren't harmless creatures of the wild--they exist because of thousands of years of human intervention.  Hell, domestic turkeys have to be artificially inseminated because they're literally too stupid to breed on their own without injury.  

Anyway, I know I'm right because all the vegan people I know are even more sickly than me, and I'm not exactly a paragon of health and vigor.  But whatever, man.  Everyone makes choices, and nobody has the right to tell anyone what they're eating is wrong.  (Unless they're eating other human beings, which is frankly a health risk...what if I'm next, eh?)



Note:  Not to say all vegans are missionaries, just most of them.

CC, if I were running anywhere I'd give you a scathing look and keep going, because I never run unless there's something seriously wrong, or if I feel like it.  

I don't like people either, and having random strangers trying to be friendly to me is just weird, mostly because most of them get scared off before they try.  Or at least I've been told I give off a certain, distinctive "Don't touch me!!!" vibe.

Anyway, by all means be nice to the scared creatures.  I'm sure they won't appreciate it.

Slapping a coat of paint on something is a good technique, too.  And the fumes don't hurt, either.

I was talking about the way job markets work, not the current state of employment here, which is any job that could possibly be exported is.  Stupid greedy corps.

Like everything else, employment varies with location and type.  If you have a job that requires a lot of training, and has few workers available, for damn sure job security is high.  But if you have a low-skill job, which lots of people can fill, you better make yourself a shining example.  Also different markets supply different jobs--like my sister had a hell of a time getting a job in Boston, but I could wander downtown and get myself employed within a day.  If I weren't a lazy bum.

pillar of salt my ass

Is that a suggestion?

"Chicken of the Sea"

"Tuna of the Air"






I suspect tuna fly better.  Be a tuna, man!!

I watched my cousin play that game.  The only semi-redeeming feature was the bloody skidmarks that get left behind when you die...is that even a redeeming feature?

They're still expanding? Or do the fluctuate (not uncommon) have you been checked recently...

Erm... that's just weird... undulating boobs...

Still expanding.  It's a bit shocking to look in the mirror--I guess my body is changing over from adolescence or something?  It's, erm, quite a surprise on occasion.  And painful the rest of the time.    

Bah no matter, they're still fun to play with.  

I haven't got much to say, except that I like boobs too.  Especially my boobs.  I wake up cupping myself sometimes...hehehe.
Only problem is, they seem to be wanting to take over the world.  Every few weeks or so they start hurting, which means they're about to start expanding...I've had to get new bras.    
Another thing is breast cancer--my mom's had it three times, and for a very long time she had 1 1/2 breasts.  Now she's down to two half-breasts, each of which has a massive scar like a smile.  On the plus side, she doesn't have to wear a bra any more.

["Darn you to heck!"]

I only get annoyed at watered-down "swear" words like "Darn you to heck!"  I hear that a lot out here in Utah.  If you're going to swear, swear right, damn it!

Amen!

Also right up there are people who water down written swear words by blanking part of them out (F*ck the A***-raping, mother-f***ing w*nkers &c. &c.) If you don't want to swear, fine, don't. If you are gonna let loose then just fucking do it.

Of course, when I do that I tend to get banned...oh well.

["Darn you to heck!"]

I only get annoyed at watered-down "swear" words like "Darn you to heck!"  I hear that a lot out here in Utah.  If you're going to swear, swear right, damn it!

*shudder*

In the words of Foamy, fuck that shit!

I want to get my test over with and then eat soemthing.  Ohh...cafteria will be closed...shoulda gone instead of messing about on the forums...woops.  



Oh wait, I have cereal.  Nemmind.

Mmm...I'd just spent a peaceful morning snuggling with my NapWhore(tm) and left him in rather a state of confusion, probably.  Ah well once I get the test over (starts in half an hour) I'll call and apologise.  
And while my college is less greyface than most, I need the break.  one more day and I;'m freee!

Well, today I woke up and looked at the clock--2:48.  At which point adrenaline hit my like a ping-pong paddle to the ass, as I have a test today at 2:00.  Well, I hurried to the place, cursing the entire way, thinking I'd be late but that'd be okay because the session goes til 5.  And yet, when I got there, the room was not only empty but dark and locked.  My professor was nowhere to be found.  What the fuck?!  
So then I scurried to a computer and started composing a desperate email to the prof.  I was about to hit "send" when I happened to glance at the clock...12:56.  
12:56!!!  Wow...
I think Eris has taken notice of me.  It's just her style, telling me to be more careful with a ping-pong paddle to the ass.  So I figure I better lie low for a bit, and let her sort of...ease off...yeah...