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Huh? First off, you make NO sense at all, with your ramblings. For one, SAYING THINGS IN CAPS NEVER CONVEYS ANY TRUE FEELINGS!
Here's a quick comparison....
A) I so hate you.
I SO hate you.
C) I SO HATE YOU.
What looks better, or conveys more meaning? As you can see, C takes more space on the screen, pixel wise. All three are the same length letter wise, yet C takes more space. The SO is emphasized in B, thus conveying more meaning towards that word. Basically, you suck, and need to have paid more attention in English class, learning grammar, or just return to whatever rock you came from.
Basically, I'm not going to defend myself. from your vicious rant and evil words. Somehow, you managed to escape from whatever pre-stone age cave you were living in, learned how to read and type, and somehow wandered over to my blog. You know what? Get a life, seriously.
Yes, I play a lot of video games. Why? I've realized why, recently. Let me do a breakdown, and I'd draw a graph, but I can't put it up here.
I am stressed at work. My back hurts, my neck hurts, my knee hurts, I get migraines, colors hurt my head. I can't do anything at work without feeling some form of pain. Let's see how many of you can lift up 40 pounds of water (24 20 ounce bottles), get the stupid register to scan it, then throw it onto the top of the spinning lazy susan fucking thing. Then, after what seems like 20 minutes of throwing cans into bags and organizing boxes of cereal, the customer lazily strolls up with their cart, and looks at you like you aren't doing your fucking job. You hesitate, then grab the box of water violently, tossing it under the cart with reckless abandon, still smiling at the customer. You return to your post, still throwing boxes and cans around like a madman. The customer then pays (more than they want to, still yelling and screaming about what THEY think they should pay), and leaves. But wait, what's this? This is your first customer of the day! The next strolls up, having waited in line for what they claim has been 2 hours, yet in reality, the line was empty until you were almost done with that one customer. You continue doing your duty, yet the customer sits there, nagging on you, explaining to you how to do YOUR job, step by step. Even though you've worked for the same company, the same store, for three and a half years, yet they know more than you about it. Odd...
You see why I'm stressed at work? No? Fine, be that way.
I'm stressed at home. Why? My dad and I have a Love-Hate relationship, We love to hate each other. I can't have a straight conversation with the man, without feeling like he's yelling at me for something I didn't do. I know, it's hard to explain, but the tension in this house is visible.
I don't know what else to say, really, except this: video games are my escape. I can only find peace one of two ways: sleep or video games. And I only get real, honest to god(wrong god, GOD) peace while I'm sleeping, because I won't wake up for several hours. Video games just help me get from one passing of peace to the next. You know what? I'm done with this rant, I'm done with people (after having witnessed a lady DROP her one and a half year old son, pick him up, and say to him that it didn't hurt), and I'm done with this blog. Those of you who wish to contact me can, and those who wish to reply to this can, but this blog has been NOTHING but trouble, period. Oh, and GOD, when I find out who you are, I'm seriously going to kick your ass, multiple times, into the next county. That's not a threat. That's a promise. Bitch.
I've added the reply that GOD sent me, down below, in an edit, for those who wish to read it.
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Reply By: GOD(Anonymous User) Posted: Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Quick update, for those who actually care....>AND FEW DO POOR BABY I KNOW IT IS SO TOUGH PUTTING IN A WHOLE 40 HOURS A WEEK AT WALMART. SO PHYSICALLY EXHAUSTING DRAGGING PRODUCTS ACROSS A DAMN SCANNER IT HAS BEEN EVIDENT FOR SOME TIME THAT YOU DO NOT HAVE A CLUE ABOUT WHAT IS GOING ON AROUND YOU TO MANY OF US HERES A PLAN HOW ABOUT GETTING A REAL LIFE AND QUIT WASTING YOUR TIME ON BULLSHIT PAGES LIKE THIS AND VIDEO GAMES SERIOUS ? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME WHO YOUR MOTHER? HERES ANOTHER THOUGHT MAYBE SHE DOES AND YOU DON;T HAVE A GOD DAMN CLUE TIME FOR A REALITY CHECK MY LITTLE 95 POUND WALMART CHECKOUT, MOVE INTO THE REAL WORLD AS REJECTFUL AS THAT MAY BE AND START DEALING WITH IT. GO BACK TO SCHOOL AND FINISH YOUR DEGREE QUIT PLAYING THOSE STUPID VIDEO GAMES THAT YOU ARE EXCAPING INTO. AND WORK ON BEING A PRODUCTIVE SELF SUPPORTING PERSON WHO KNOWS WHAT THE PROBLEMS ARE AND SETTS OUT TO FIX THEM. YOU ARE WHAT 22-23 YRS OLD NOW, LIVING AT HOME AND WORKING AT WALMART 32 HOURS A WEEK AND PLAYING VIDEO GAMES 50 HOURS A WEEK, WRITING ON STUPID BLOGS SUCH AS THIS LOOKING FOR SOME TYPE OF ACCEPTANCE OR APPROVAL FROM ANYONE AND WOLLERING IN SELF PITTY WHEN THE OPPORTUNITY PRESENTS IT SELF. LISTEN .... YOU ARE SMARTER THEN THIS AND IF YOU SET YOUR MIND TO IT YOU COULD DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. THE ONLY THING HOLDING YOU BACK IS >YOUWHINE WHINE WHINE< IF ANYONE CARES?
IF I SAID OH POOR BABY I CARE WOULD THAT HELP? NO IT WOULD NOT... GET OFF YOUR ASS AND MAKE SOMETHING OUT OF YOUR LIFE. IF I DIDNT THINK YOU WHERE WASTING TALENT AND INTELLEGENCE I WOULD NOT HAVE WASTED THE LAST 20 MINUTES ON THIS STUPID PAGE. TAKE SOME OF YOUR OWN ADVICE IN THE ARTICLE SNAP TO IT.
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Here's a quick comparison....
A) I so hate you.
I SO hate you.C) I SO HATE YOU.
What looks better, or conveys more meaning? As you can see, C takes more space on the screen, pixel wise. All three are the same length letter wise, yet C takes more space. The SO is emphasized in B, thus conveying more meaning towards that word. Basically, you suck, and need to have paid more attention in English class, learning grammar, or just return to whatever rock you came from.
Basically, I'm not going to defend myself. from your vicious rant and evil words. Somehow, you managed to escape from whatever pre-stone age cave you were living in, learned how to read and type, and somehow wandered over to my blog. You know what? Get a life, seriously.
Yes, I play a lot of video games. Why? I've realized why, recently. Let me do a breakdown, and I'd draw a graph, but I can't put it up here.
I am stressed at work. My back hurts, my neck hurts, my knee hurts, I get migraines, colors hurt my head. I can't do anything at work without feeling some form of pain. Let's see how many of you can lift up 40 pounds of water (24 20 ounce bottles), get the stupid register to scan it, then throw it onto the top of the spinning lazy susan fucking thing. Then, after what seems like 20 minutes of throwing cans into bags and organizing boxes of cereal, the customer lazily strolls up with their cart, and looks at you like you aren't doing your fucking job. You hesitate, then grab the box of water violently, tossing it under the cart with reckless abandon, still smiling at the customer. You return to your post, still throwing boxes and cans around like a madman. The customer then pays (more than they want to, still yelling and screaming about what THEY think they should pay), and leaves. But wait, what's this? This is your first customer of the day! The next strolls up, having waited in line for what they claim has been 2 hours, yet in reality, the line was empty until you were almost done with that one customer. You continue doing your duty, yet the customer sits there, nagging on you, explaining to you how to do YOUR job, step by step. Even though you've worked for the same company, the same store, for three and a half years, yet they know more than you about it. Odd...
You see why I'm stressed at work? No? Fine, be that way.
I'm stressed at home. Why? My dad and I have a Love-Hate relationship, We love to hate each other. I can't have a straight conversation with the man, without feeling like he's yelling at me for something I didn't do. I know, it's hard to explain, but the tension in this house is visible.
I don't know what else to say, really, except this: video games are my escape. I can only find peace one of two ways: sleep or video games. And I only get real, honest to god(wrong god, GOD) peace while I'm sleeping, because I won't wake up for several hours. Video games just help me get from one passing of peace to the next. You know what? I'm done with this rant, I'm done with people (after having witnessed a lady DROP her one and a half year old son, pick him up, and say to him that it didn't hurt), and I'm done with this blog. Those of you who wish to contact me can, and those who wish to reply to this can, but this blog has been NOTHING but trouble, period. Oh, and GOD, when I find out who you are, I'm seriously going to kick your ass, multiple times, into the next county. That's not a threat. That's a promise. Bitch.
I've added the reply that GOD sent me, down below, in an edit, for those who wish to read it.
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Reply By: GOD(Anonymous User) Posted: Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Quick update, for those who actually care....>AND FEW DO POOR BABY I KNOW IT IS SO TOUGH PUTTING IN A WHOLE 40 HOURS A WEEK AT WALMART. SO PHYSICALLY EXHAUSTING DRAGGING PRODUCTS ACROSS A DAMN SCANNER IT HAS BEEN EVIDENT FOR SOME TIME THAT YOU DO NOT HAVE A CLUE ABOUT WHAT IS GOING ON AROUND YOU TO MANY OF US HERES A PLAN HOW ABOUT GETTING A REAL LIFE AND QUIT WASTING YOUR TIME ON BULLSHIT PAGES LIKE THIS AND VIDEO GAMES SERIOUS ? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME WHO YOUR MOTHER? HERES ANOTHER THOUGHT MAYBE SHE DOES AND YOU DON;T HAVE A GOD DAMN CLUE TIME FOR A REALITY CHECK MY LITTLE 95 POUND WALMART CHECKOUT, MOVE INTO THE REAL WORLD AS REJECTFUL AS THAT MAY BE AND START DEALING WITH IT. GO BACK TO SCHOOL AND FINISH YOUR DEGREE QUIT PLAYING THOSE STUPID VIDEO GAMES THAT YOU ARE EXCAPING INTO. AND WORK ON BEING A PRODUCTIVE SELF SUPPORTING PERSON WHO KNOWS WHAT THE PROBLEMS ARE AND SETTS OUT TO FIX THEM. YOU ARE WHAT 22-23 YRS OLD NOW, LIVING AT HOME AND WORKING AT WALMART 32 HOURS A WEEK AND PLAYING VIDEO GAMES 50 HOURS A WEEK, WRITING ON STUPID BLOGS SUCH AS THIS LOOKING FOR SOME TYPE OF ACCEPTANCE OR APPROVAL FROM ANYONE AND WOLLERING IN SELF PITTY WHEN THE OPPORTUNITY PRESENTS IT SELF. LISTEN .... YOU ARE SMARTER THEN THIS AND IF YOU SET YOUR MIND TO IT YOU COULD DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. THE ONLY THING HOLDING YOU BACK IS >YOUWHINE WHINE WHINE< IF ANYONE CARES?
IF I SAID OH POOR BABY I CARE WOULD THAT HELP? NO IT WOULD NOT... GET OFF YOUR ASS AND MAKE SOMETHING OUT OF YOUR LIFE. IF I DIDNT THINK YOU WHERE WASTING TALENT AND INTELLEGENCE I WOULD NOT HAVE WASTED THE LAST 20 MINUTES ON THIS STUPID PAGE. TAKE SOME OF YOUR OWN ADVICE IN THE ARTICLE SNAP TO IT.
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