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WARNING: This rant contains profanity and expresses very harsh sentiments. The views and opinions contained in the following rant are my own and are not the same views and opinions held by GSP, the employees of Funcom or even you, the forum reader. You all have your own views... or you should. This is from me to all the slimy, emptyheaded, attention-seeking bimbos out there...

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I've seen you. You haunt the bars and slink through the cubicle farms. Your warcry is "Love me, adore me!" but all anyone else really hears is "Fuck me, Use me!" Your entire existence revolves around the huge gaping hole in your soul. No one really knows you, and if they did, they wouldn't care. Because you're weak.

Not an honest kind of weak. No, not you. You cover your emptiness and insecurity in skimpy clothes three sizes too small and an air of vapid promiscuity. You think it will make you strong and desirable. But it only makes you a target. You are the saddest of all women, the selfmade victim.

You look outside of yourself for strength, approval and something, anything to fill that sucking vacuum inside you. You think if you can only get enough admirers, enough praise, enough sex -- that you'll finally feel like you're worth something. But in the end, it never works. The more you get, the more you want and you're addicted to the things that only make you feel weaker and more worthless than you already are.

You think you're so clever, using your sex to get ahead. Ahead in your job. Ahead in your scene. Ahead of all those other women, so stupidly working themselves to an early grave for nothing. How can THEY win when you get it so easy on your back? But you're wrong and you know it. Because no matter how little you wear and no matter how wide you spread your legs, they still manage to get some attention. Some credit. Some admiration from the men you think are your playthings. And every man you can't have is another hole in your empty soul.

I can smell your pink stink, the miasma of your self-loathing and doubt. It pollutes every demand for attention and every petty, empty word you speak. You try to use it to obscure the truth. The truth you fear: That no matter how many men you collect, no matter how many women you think you humiliate and belittle and how many sycophants you amass; you will always feel empty and worthless. Because you are. And the saddest truth of all is that you don't have to be. You're just too stupid and lazy and scared to become a real person when you can go on being Malibu Barbie. You're nothing but pink plastic meat.

Boo... Somehow you never seace to amaze me... What you just paited was a very fitting picture of where my X girlfriend will prolly be in 10 years...

She seemed ok to start with... Tho after a month I started thinkin of the fastest way to dumb her... People who validate themselves by how many they've been with, by being in a relationship. By being "flavour of the month" are nothing short of spineless, insecure, pathetic wastes of carbondioxide, and generally a disgrace to the human race... Somethin you will never make them understand!

As always Boo', you have made a dish the masses cannot ignore. And as always, you served it so wonderfully cold, and uncarring that I cannot help but feel all warm inside! ^^





Tm

*chuckles* Thanks Oddy. But you won't feel the full impact of all that cold disgust and condemnation until I record it onto MP3 and unleash it on the unsuspecting masses. The women of the Spleen People have spoken. *evul grin*

I shall be lookign forwards to it! ^^

*/me sits down and awaits the redemption of teh Boo'*






Tm

You already know what I think about it, so I'll just nod and grin mysteriously.

wow... ummm.. wow... that's all I can think to say.


/me goes back to dancing on the couch and using her muffin to gain attention. :p

Amen. There are people like this at my school, and at the age of 14, thats just gross.

Eww. Just
Eww

ya, like where tacz and i went to skool, one of my frends had his frend and his frends gf over and while my frend was playin the piano with his back turned to the 2 they got under one of his blankets and the guy was fingerin his gf. O and Tacz, that was nikki.

I would love it if I could find clothes three sizes to small for me, but then I would have to go to the kiddy section, and I'm just to dinfided to do that.

Agreement and opinions are great, but examples mm, not usually the best way to respond At least in my opinion.

Very well written rant Bootay. Hit the nail on the head and drove it home.

Broken Guitar wrote:ya, like where tacz and i went to skool, one of my frends had his frend and his frends gf over and while my frend was playin the piano with his back turned to the 2 they got under one of his blankets and the guy was fingerin his gf. O and Tacz, that was nikki.

Ok, BG, did that have anything at all to do with the subject?

Tacz wrote:

Broken Guitar wrote:ya, like where tacz and i went to skool, one of my frends had his frend and his frends gf over and while my frend was playin the piano with his back turned to the 2 they got under one of his blankets and the guy was fingerin his gf. O and Tacz, that was nikki.

Ok, BG, did that have anything at all to do with the subject?

I'll take "No" for $500, Alex.

"No" is the correct answer!!!... Tell him what he's won!






Tm

Lauri wrote:You already know what I think about it, so I'll just nod and grin mysteriously.

Thank god Lauri already got here to say what I would've...

well mostly

Boinky wrote:

Lauri wrote:You already know what I think about it, so I'll just nod and grin mysteriously.

Thank god Lauri already got here to say what I would've...

well mostly

LOL I phear that mostly part. Hee hee hee! I want to see a Boinky-driven rant one day. I think it would be a fun read.

Well I've ranted in the past, most recently on the CG forums somewhere or other. Rarely ranted quite as long a rant as you had here though. Sometimes mid-rant I tend to digress to some nuance of the arguement, and that's pretty much the death-rattle as the rant gets off track and derails into random spits of venom at any shiny objective in front of me. And sometimes ::gasp:: I might lose the fuel of anger in the middle of the rant.

Boinky wrote:Well I've ranted in the past, most recently on the CG forums somewhere or other. Rarely ranted quite as long a rant as you had here though. Sometimes mid-rant I tend to digress to some nuance of the arguement, and that's pretty much the death-rattle as the rant gets off track and derails into random spits of venom at any shiny objective in front of me. And sometimes ::gasp:: I might lose the fuel of anger in the middle of the rant.

LOL! *wink wink* It's all that Starland Vocal Band. Bad 70s music kinda makes it hard to focus on anything but the pain in your ears and the confusion the mind feels at being subjected to such scary stuff. But then I suppose there are worse things... like Brittany Spears.

Ooohhh Brittany Spears - talk about distracting shiny objects

*hugz bootay* luv reading your stuff ^^

Aweeee... sankoo Schuu! I promise I'll eventually do it as the spoken word project I originally intended it to be. Just have to get a bunch of stuff of higher priority taken care of first.

/me beams.