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Jan. 21st, 2008 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWhat in the name of everloving fuck is up with the RP wank these days? Is it just that time of the month when all the RP bitches come out and start making trouble? And if so, when does the universe strap on her shitkickers and start smiting bitches? Because I can think of some bitches what need smiting. Christ in a ten gallon bucket.
Plans continue apace for the boy to move down here, which pleases me. Idiot customers, while significantly fewer, also plague the store as well as the previous workplace which does not please me. And with those last two sentences I feel like Methos. Horseman!Methos. This may be a result of the take-no-prisoners mood I was in a moment ago.
Mostly this post was to rant and rave about RP wank, though, which has reached impressive levels. I do not like it when I have to sooth the snapped and frayed nerves of two of my very good friends, especially when I know both of them and I know that neither of them feels that way about the other, and so on. I do find it amusing and wonder if the troublemakers in question take into account that maybe, just maybe, the people involved have mutual friends who are willing to put up a bit of communication there to get the story straight.
Mostly, though, I just want to strap on my shitkickers, wade in, and knock heads. Rarr. Fucking wankers.
(Although speaking of shitkickers and knocking heads, I saw my big brother Raven the other day. That made me inordinately happy.)
Plans continue apace for the boy to move down here, which pleases me. Idiot customers, while significantly fewer, also plague the store as well as the previous workplace which does not please me. And with those last two sentences I feel like Methos. Horseman!Methos. This may be a result of the take-no-prisoners mood I was in a moment ago.
Mostly this post was to rant and rave about RP wank, though, which has reached impressive levels. I do not like it when I have to sooth the snapped and frayed nerves of two of my very good friends, especially when I know both of them and I know that neither of them feels that way about the other, and so on. I do find it amusing and wonder if the troublemakers in question take into account that maybe, just maybe, the people involved have mutual friends who are willing to put up a bit of communication there to get the story straight.
Mostly, though, I just want to strap on my shitkickers, wade in, and knock heads. Rarr. Fucking wankers.
(Although speaking of shitkickers and knocking heads, I saw my big brother Raven the other day. That made me inordinately happy.)