Anger Issue #3: Time and it's discontents
Two champions of smellbaddery have emergeded from the eternally swirling darwinian pool of shit that is the collection of things earthly and otherwise that cause me anger, and both shall now recieve my full attention. first, whoever is in charge of listing the contributors to angerblog who hasn't been able to will him(her)self out of his(her) The View induced euphoric stupor long enough to add me. You sir(mam) are a blackhole whose pull affects only decency, happiness, and the american way of life rather than the standard matter, energy, etc., and as such should be confined by a team of scientists and robots, studied for the benefit of future generations, and destroyed in a cold and enirely emotionless way.
Asspain number two: the future. screw that chode. i'm tired of not being able to know what's going to happen in the future, why does it have to be such a mysterious bitch all the time. Sure i like to be teased as much or more as the next guy, but damn, every once in a while it'd be really nice not to have to spend 6 months piecing together the goddamned puzzlepie like hercule fucking poirot just to find out what's going to happen in 6 months. I'm not asking for a freaking millenium here you ballslapping joy crusher, right?!
Like take now for instance. The future knows whether or not i'm going to get into grad school, and man would that information be useful to me RIGHT NOW, as it's RIGHT NOW that I'm considering whether or not to apply. I've had a long day at work and i'm in no mood for your games you catty asshole, just tell me if i get in or not so i can get on with the work and expenses of applying to schools or quit my job already and begin my life as an uneducated outcast and vagabond. ugh.
anyway. hail satan.
angerout
Two champions of smellbaddery have emergeded from the eternally swirling darwinian pool of shit that is the collection of things earthly and otherwise that cause me anger, and both shall now recieve my full attention. first, whoever is in charge of listing the contributors to angerblog who hasn't been able to will him(her)self out of his(her) The View induced euphoric stupor long enough to add me. You sir(mam) are a blackhole whose pull affects only decency, happiness, and the american way of life rather than the standard matter, energy, etc., and as such should be confined by a team of scientists and robots, studied for the benefit of future generations, and destroyed in a cold and enirely emotionless way.
Asspain number two: the future. screw that chode. i'm tired of not being able to know what's going to happen in the future, why does it have to be such a mysterious bitch all the time. Sure i like to be teased as much or more as the next guy, but damn, every once in a while it'd be really nice not to have to spend 6 months piecing together the goddamned puzzlepie like hercule fucking poirot just to find out what's going to happen in 6 months. I'm not asking for a freaking millenium here you ballslapping joy crusher, right?!
Like take now for instance. The future knows whether or not i'm going to get into grad school, and man would that information be useful to me RIGHT NOW, as it's RIGHT NOW that I'm considering whether or not to apply. I've had a long day at work and i'm in no mood for your games you catty asshole, just tell me if i get in or not so i can get on with the work and expenses of applying to schools or quit my job already and begin my life as an uneducated outcast and vagabond. ugh.
anyway. hail satan.
angerout
posted by doomgoblin at 6:23 PM
1 Comments:
Here's a little something to angry about: The nipping of small dogs at one's coattails. In this particular instance, this serves as a thinly veiled metaphor for the whining of needy angerbloggers who moan and yap endlessly when, in fact, my own anger towers over theirs in a monolithic display of pure fiery robustity. Is The View euphoric? Absolutely. Does it drip and sizzle with sexy explosive tension? You bet. Would I rather be in a stupor wrought from its magical twinings then howled at by a bunch of angerbloggers who can't be bothered to wipe the barbecue sauce from their lips after downing an entire bottle because that's just the kind of thing they do? Without question. Do I even understand what I'm talking about anymore? No. Too much anger.
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