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I had a situation today that nearly made me figure out how to punch someone through a phone line...
My ex, PVF, (who I think a few of you have heard of) sent me about two messages at 2am, and 6am, asking if I was still awake which clearly meant that he wanted to talk to me. After he sent the first one, I decided to ring him for a few minutes and just let him know that I was busy so he wouldn't text me again. He accepted it and I went back to hanging out until he texted me AGAIN only a few hours later.
By that point, I just got really frustrated since I really hate it when he acts like a clingy bitch and so I ignored it completely and later on that day after I remembered it, I just gave him a call to see what the frigging deal was. I was extremely pissed off, and I told him that I was with a guy I was seeing and our mate and since he has still been infatuated with me ever since we broke up which was probably over a year and a half ago, he got all irritated.
He actually said that he would have wanted me to basically consult him on the matter and get his permission. I snapped at that point, telling him that it was frigging ridiculous that just because he still had this little candle out for me that I would have to get his approval before seeing someone, even though I would have disregarded whatever he said anyway. Then the wimp was nearly in tears telling me that he was so upset that I didn't tell him that I should have told him as soon as it happened, which I snapped at again.
Long story short, he's an absolute idiot and has finally decided to try and cut me out of his life. It won't last long...but at least I'll get some relief from him and his menstruation...

-- Edited by Rheehemoth on Sunday 14th of March 2010 06:06:55 AM

Kill him. Dismember him. Bury his head on the beach, parasites living in the sand will pick it clean before long, and the tide will do the rest. Discard of his corpse by wrapping the pieces in bin bags and throwing them into different commercial dumpsters for restaurants, thus disguising the odour and likelihood of anyone spotting them.

Forward me his social networking details, and I will use an internet cafe in London, and send messages posing as him to allay the concerns of relatives by claiming he has had enough of all the drama back home, and has decided to turn his back on it forever by starting a new life in London.

I hate how **** Natwest's online banking service is. Click on about 80% of the options and it'll just go "sorry, you can't do that on here." DON'T PUT IT ON THERE THEN!!

Great, now i've seen it too.

There's a group on facebook called "If I fail my exams... there's always pole dancing!" ...and it is totally serious. My faith in humanity just went down a few notches.

What gets me is how they all think it's so empowering ... yeah, right.

I've got a temporary Seasonal contract where I work (technically I'm on my third one of them now since I did the winter/xmas season as well as last year's summer season) but I applied for some permanent jobs there earlier this year.

Now, without being too cocky I'm bloody good at my job and everyone knows it (half the senior staff want me to get a permanent job there - and even some of the ones who applied for the same job(s) as me so were technically competing against me said I should get it which must say something about how well I do the job!) and yet the job went to a girl who worked there for two weeks over Easter who can't start until the school summer holidays start - that I helped fucking train!

I'm trying to stay quiet about things in the hope that something else comes up soon (and I really do enjoy my job) but in truth I'm actually fucking raging about it!




-- Edited by Christhammer on Friday 4th of June 2010 11:52:17 PM