Date: Sun, 14 Jan 1996 11:10:03 -0500 (EST) From: Voron Subject: RANT:read it all, I dare you On Sun, 14 Jan 1996, Josh Knapton proposed these aliases: > ickypoo@obscure.org > burnout@obscure.org And *I'd* like to nominate myself for: goddamn_it_i_hate_my_life_and_i'm_really_fucking_sick_of_people_and_especially those pretentious yuppies at the catwalk who seem to think that it's oh-so-cool to spend big bucks on latex and pvc and expensived boots and then strut around the club like they think I should like them better because they blow all their money onclothes when they really should spend some money on the CDs of some of the excellent bands that are out there today and struggling because everybody's fucking stuck in the early 80s and don't they realize that if it weren't for the music how would all of this have started and the fucking busses also don't run at 4 in the morning so I have to sit around the Hurricane drinking insane amounts of coffee and then walk a mile so I can catch the only bus that runs before 6 in the morning so I can get back home, and all I can think about is *why* I don't have my car and how Jason Marshall is a fucking dead man if I ever see him because he has inconvenienced me *so* much by his little antics because it's not just the car, but it's the clothes, and the music and the mix tapes,and I can't even get a DJ job any more because i have only like 26 gothic CDs left and alot of them are stuff from the same group and what the hell was he thinking to cross a vindictive bastard like myself and another thing I hate is school because the fucking teachers assign homework like I'm some kind of stupid high-schooler or better yet a spoiled brat little rich kid whose parents sent them to school, and their really not of the academic calibre to be at a university but they go anyways because everybody who wants any kind of job had damn well better have a degree and so college is just like high school part two, and it's really tedium more than eanything challenging or interesting, but I missed a lab so I'm falling behind anyways, that and I keep missing classes because I can't even afford an alarm clock and I'm forced to eat the only food I can get for free which is really greasy white trash stuff and that wouldn't be to bad but they leave the left-overs sitting out a long time before they put them away in the fridsge, and then they don't cover them with saran wrap and there's not even any saran wrap inthe house and what do they think they're doing putting bread in the fridge don't they know that dries it out really quickly and maybe I should just tell them that instead of paying rent, I'll go buy real food and cook it because I thought I couldn't cook before, but now I realize that I've just had high standards, and anybody with half-a-brain can whip up something more nutritious and healthy than this stuff, but I can't really complain, because I'm gettting a cheap rooom and free food, but it still gets to me and I still haven't gotten my emergency support check from K**** due to your fucking snow which has also delayed my trunks coming out here, and I really need a job, but the stores close to me in the U-district are all really trendy and everybody wants to work there and so the waiting list is a mile and a half long and so I'm going to have to go out of my way to Wallingford to try to get something there, and I can't just deliver pizzas thanks to that miserable backstabbing bastard who the pathetic donut-eating porkers won't even hunt down and so I have to have the insurance company do it and what the hell was M*** thinking to set up a job interview with me and then not even bother to tell me when he saw me the day before I was supposed to have the interview, and then make up some excuse about not knowing how to contact me and I wonder if he's making up the whole thing and to top everything off, the most favorable prospect of the night gets snatched up unknowingly by one of my few friends here and he apologized and it wasn't his fault really, but I still hold him to blame because the other night he managed to convince the woman I was talking to to take us both home and sure the treesome was fun, but she liked me better anyways and I would have liked it better with just her, and so now he's sucking face with this girl I was interested in and it wouldn't have been so bad but she had on this incredible short velvet dress and these killer latex over-the-knee boots with nice heels and every time I look at the tall thin albino girl I'm reminded of L******, but M******'s a bitch anyways, and too strung out on drugs everytime I see her and then I find out that L****** may not even be able to get her free ticket to come out here to visit me because her_parents_are_the_veritable_spawn_of_hell@obscure.org. Richard? Whaddaya say? *sigh* -V-(;> `'Voron`'`'`'`'voron@obscure.org`'`'`'`'`'voron@u.washington.edu`'`'`'`'`'<;) Erich "Take a taste of passion.....before you die." @}-'-- (;> Langsdorf.,.,.,.,.,., http://www.obscure.org/~voron/ .,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,