Rant/Complain Thread: u mad?

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[Kinokokao]

[noodles]

$800 is not worth having air conditioning in a damn car

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[Kinokokao]

[Medicforhire]

Procrastinating on a report that I am supposed to have finished right now. FML.

[NessySchu]

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[NessySchu]

[noodles]

Kino, are you saying the AC compressor is necessary for things other than AC?

I don't know how hot Virginia gets compared to California, but we've never had AC in this house, and if it goes over 90 I just sit in front of a fan. In the car I usually just roll the window down. AC is an unnecessary luxury, here at least.

[Drathi]

; o ; I feel sad that none of my anime friends got the references I made, when I started a new game on Earthbound. A friend loaned me his SNES and cartridge. I named Ness Domon (if you know G Gundam, guess what I put as his favorite thing for his special attack). So, when I was asked how it felt to play again, I said this:

[spoiler]"That ability to make me constantly trip out... I'm positive, this statue has acquired abilities of Giygas WITH THE HELP OF POKEEEEEEY! *hums the Shining Gundam theme* THIS HAND OF MINE BURNS WITH A PSYCHIC POWER! IT'S BURNING GRIP TELLS ME TO DEFEAT YOU! TAKE THIS! MY LOVE! MY ANGER! AND ALL MY SORROW! PK FINGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!"[/spoiler]

... I also do the same thing, when I battle people on Pokemon Fire Red. Just insert "SOLAR BEEEEEEEEEEAM!" as my finisher. XD I'm too dorky for my own good...

[Weeaboolits]

[Twat]

[Twat]

I would best share before I pass out.

So I get a call from my friend. She is my age but is extremely sheltered and has the independence of a slab of boneless chicken. Needed me to sneak over to her place. Something important. Not a problem for me. I am used to this. Dress up parkour incognito and head over. I get into her room and we talk.

She thinks she has an STD.

We talk things through and I offer her a confidential screening at a clinic. Fast forward about an hour and a half; get there, get her tested, get out. Okay. She's hungry. Great! Oh, there is a sushi place you wanted to go to? Very well. She insists on walking there since it is so close. And it was close. To the clinic. Too bad she walked the wrong way about half an hour. But hey; you're the boss.

Boom. We head back the other way and go to this sushi place. Really nice. Oh by the way; I am paying, so it is perfectly cool to order half of the menu and spend more on your order than I would spend in two months of my life on groceries.

But it is nice to be with friends. We had a good time. Some funny chats. Emotional, heartwarming, conversation. Spoke of the past, the present and the future. Once again bugging me about marriage even though I hardly even see you.

We finish there and decide to bus home. Oh no! She has a panic attack! Get off the bus! Get off the bus! So we get off the bus. Oh, she needs to sit down. Let's see. There are restaurants, shelters, a Timmy's, and a bajillion nice, warm, cozy locales to choose from...

But she chose a sports bar.

A sports bar. Where two of the walls are massive screens broadcasting a big game. Everywhere I look there are loud, obnoxious people with beer in their hands. Keep in mind that there is little I dislike more in this world than sports. Especially American sports. The game itself is fine, but the fandom. Oh the fandom. Whenever I lived with my birth family and they would be watching a game, I would have to hide in my room and close the door as futile attempt to block the stench of booze and pacify the obnoxious yelling and screaming. The best part is, I do not think I could get enough, because I came back to my birth family after I resumed my education. And I still hide in a room during a big game.

And she chose a sports bar.

And ordered for herself.

So yeah, I kind of shut off my head and heart for about half an hour so I could prevent myself from grabbing the nearest sharp object and committing horrendous slaughter. Let's wander around the streets for a bit just for the heck of it. Freezing cold and I am wearing light clothing, designed to aid in nimble movements and allow me to climb into a window on a second floor. Completely appropriate for just chilling out in the regular world. The tools and minimum unnecessary belongings adds a nice, subtle touch. Give or take an hour and I can finally bus home.

Oh no! Panic attack! Get off the bus! Again! Oh hey, what's that? A conveniently placed Source Adult? Now we can spend an hour walking around this tiny store and look at every, single, item in its inventory. Actually it was well over an hour. Why? Because no matter how much I hinted at the how much we have already spent tonight (mostly on things she never finished), she just must have a toy. No kid can just go home from shopping without a toy first, right? Mommy! I want a toy! Okay. Get her a $10 vibrator and we can catch the bus.

But it is late. That means the bus traffic is thin, and since you spent fifteen minutes choosing a colour, we missed our bus and need to wait fourty-five minutes. I was so close to being home. So close.

And she wants to marry me.[spoiler][/spoiler]

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