rant Silent Bob Those kinds of web pages that go on and on about a certain topic presenting opinions and why it is either good or bad. can be really good to get someones point across. but ive heard some really bad ones. like this one girl i know wrote one that was like talking about how shitty this girl was. and how stupid and annoying she was... thats not a rant. thats just a hate page. 000607 ... jennifer I want to rant about Marc D but methinks I've already ranted to death about other persons named Mark (or Marq) but I just don't want to get into that right now 000607 ... Raina Patented RainaRants coming soon. 000926 ... MercynRe obviously no one here knows how to rant... it's all about attitude maybe you have to live in the gutters near the neon signs first and read allen ginsberg and be angry and young and political and try drugs and maybe continue drugs because they help your "creativity" yeah that's why not because the system has you addicted and found a new way to keep you down and you've always flown a little too close to the sun for anyone's comfort watched your best friend have his head blown off and been harrassed for being "alternative" alternative to what? "normal"? what the fuck is that all you virtual crackheads out there define yourselves please i don't know what is real anymore all i know is what i've been taught and i know how to abuse and if you're not angry about something then why the fuck are you alive yeah i'm angry i'm a bitter little white girl and somtimes called a nazi because my hair doesn't fit the ideals of feminism and sometimes i talk too much yeah my bitch coworker told me that and i feel opressed somtimes just like every other loser in my 'hood and i don't own a car or my own place and i work at my school so actually i guess i'm overpriveleged but always told i'm wrong yeah i'm pissed that "white pride" is considered "white power" no it's not the same thing and just cause i like walt whitman and e.e. cummings i'm not a pothead hippie but so what if i were and i'm pissed that beer has so many calories and i'm marrying a guy who can't stand up for himself and his pervert brother is going to fuck up his life won't pay the bills and threatens to rape 16 year old girls and there's nothing i can do but i'm not helpless and i'm not a scared little girl hiding from your manly fists i can hold my own and yeah i listen to bitter "femme" music like ani difranco but she's not unhappy she just takes her own way and if i'm in a mosh pit don't laugh i'll have to get "ghetto" on that ass and make you cry I WANT A RUSTY AXE I WANNA KNOW VOODOO A FAT BITCH NAMED BRIDGETT And a little sip of Faygo, too 'TILL I GET MY SHIT, IN THIS MOTHERFUCKER I WON'T NEVER DIIIIEEE! lol anyway get back in my head i'll just leave you with a few words from "The Goodbye Song" by One-handed Molly - don't take me so seriously just because every night i dig your grave and every day i bury you and all your cups and your roses all your candy and all your - and all your... but a girl's always gotta have something to say so if it's goodbye, then let it roll over when the lights don't stay on long i've got a mouthful of it don't you know that i've been waiting spit it out - i love you better when you're gone don't take me so seriously i am not so dangerous did i say i am not brave every night i push you in i talk about it - i talk but every day i push you out again and all your - and all your all your... so if it's goodbye, then let it roll over... 010427 ... transatlantic Why do I keep crying? Why can't I suceed & be loved? Because I'm unreachable when I win & I need no-one, so I must be happy. When I lose I am loved but I am lonely. Crying inside in a room full of happy people. What yop see as failure I don't. What you see as suceeding, I don't. I can't forgive. I can't forget. I'm not a bad person, just imperfect. He loves me, but he can't see I'm as imperfect as he is because even when I win I want to cry. My love is a secret, because he lies & betrays in the future tense. I'm scared and scarred. "Thank god for the internet" - marillion (steve hogarth I think... ) Why can't I rant in peace? 010820 ... christopher levesque Hey danny hey stanly hey see sea turtle hows the beef in this world spinnin whirly whirl i gots ya in the brain I gotta brain in my brain Fofoooooo Faul Faul Faul LOud Dangling manny SKills!! DANGLING MANNY SKILLS! YOU HEAR THIS ANDDAJFDLAK:JF FUCKJTRE:LAKJE FUCK FUCK FUCKA FJLK:JA! I GOTA LIFT I GOTTA LIFT LIFT THE LIFE WITH CARARARARARA!!! ARARARA!! 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I can dance a hole in the wall or fall to the ground if I wanted too! And it wouldn't make the slightest difference if I went mad or mad already he's just got an underlying social disorder of some type in which over-analysis plays the most crucial role in his judgemental stages of rage and mixed emotional displays of doctor crisis and finding the place of home in the niche of career guarentees him a life in a home and money to life from that's gotta be what's important right? 030224 ... TrippinD i no longer understand where you're coming from. ever since he came along, that's where all your time is spent. which i really don't mind. of course i don't want to offend you by saying this, because you know i love you and you're the one person i can see every minute of the day and be okay with it. it's just that i'm actually okay with you not being here all the time. spending time with myself for once is proving to be worth while. i'm getting things done, i'm thinking things through, i'm going places. but that's the problem it seems. i'm doing things without you, and you can't stand that. you come home from work, you talk with me for a few minutes, have your dinner, then hop on the phone in your room with the door closed. so why should i be down there then? the only reason i go there is to spend time with you. so i shrug, go upstairs, do some stuff, head to bed. but then you get mad at me for not saying goodnight. well, you're on the phone. in your room. with your door closed. for hours. so that's too damn bad. i'm not going to interupt you to say goodnight. then you started to complain. because you no longer knew anything that was going on in my life. "well, i didn't know what to tell them because i don't know what's going on with you these days." exactly. and i don't know whats going on with you either. he knows. because you talk to him more than you talk to me. you see him more than you do me. you don't seem to have a problem with that. you're over at his place every weekend and you're on the phone with him every fucking night. and THEN you COMPLAIN that you don't know anything about ME!? what would you like me to do?? write down everything about my life and what i'm thinking and what went on that day just so YOU don't miss out on anything??? fuck that. just fucking fuck that. and no, i'm not jealous. don't think anything about this has to do with that. it just makes me mad. it makes me mad that you can go so long without talking to me, then have the gall to complain i don't tell you anything anymore. well you're not there to tell. i'm finding more and more these days that i leave you out of alot. i purposely don't tell you things about what i did or where i went. maybe that's a way for me to get back at you a little. because it pisses me off that you don't make the effort to know me, but then get mad because you don't. and i'm afraid you'll just be even more upset soon. because i'm going to obviously do stuff without you. it's not that i want to keep you away, or not do things with you, and no, i love you too much to let this get between us and won't be all about revenge. maybe i just need to do this alone. and i know for a fact it will royally piss you off. and i'm sorry about that. in a way all of this is a good thing. i think we were depending on eachother for our well being to a point where we couldn't function when we were away for too long. now you have someone else. and it gives us both time away. and i'm functioning just fine. and i'm loving it. you just have to stop lying to me. 030506 ... EECP Please do so. 030514 ... my little secret Sometimes I hate you so bad for what you've done to me. But I think that if you suddenly decided you were wrong and you wanted me after all, I would go. I don't know for sure. I'd like to believe I wouldn't that I would accept that we were over that I would be your friend again, but just a friend. Sometimes I want to yell at you scream at you and shout "Don't you care? Why not? Why did you do this? Why me? Why can't it be the same? DAMNIT!!! I need you. You were a part of me. Not my good side but a part I needed cherished. And you