soundproof_room misstree fucking shitsucking ass mechanics! i hope they fucking get cancer from all the bitchiness they cultivate in their rotting inhuman innards! if they can't fucking figure out how to be NICE for a change then they can suck my nuts... which will be theirs right after i TEAR THEM OFF! 'S NOT LIKE THEY'RE GONNA USE THEM! not even the drunkest barslut would go near them with the stench of BITCH AND MOAN and HOLIER THAN THOU on their breaths! "ooh, yeah, i'm a badass fighter," well, are you a WORTHWHILE INDIVIDUAL? no? then DIE!!! i MIGHT acknowledge your existence if you come down off of that pile of shit you've mistaken for a pedastal long enough to appear to be human. in the meantime, though, SHUT YOUR FUCKING YAP! shit comes out the other end, you worthless fleshbag! *arranges her clothing, brushes back her hair* If you've read this, I apologize. I needed to vent a little... human stupidity and attitudes on web boards kinda got to me tonight. Be thankful that, for the most part, we have an intelligent and not *too* vicious community in these parts. *wanders off to find vodka and sleep* 020317 ... Casey I wish I had a soundproof room. Then I could scream and let my pain take the shape of soundwaves. Then the walls would absorb my pain and all would be forgiven 020318 ... Patrick Bateman i need a room with a drain in the floor, a collection of sharp objects and an array of victims to choose from this is not an exit 020318 ... Norm What would you do with a sound proof room? 020319 ... oh... someone i'd rip a fat fart for the next person to scream and shout about and not be heard. 020319 ... yummyC there are soundproof rooms at my school in the drama room. about 4 or 5 "practice rooms" the size of a medium walkin closet. My friends and I used to sit in there sometimes, screaming and screaming and laughing while screaming, and making dirty noises/moans/shouts for the fuck of it. I miss that stress releiver. 020320 ... no reason i wish the rest of the rooms in my house were soundproof 020321 ... misstree needs sleep and anger release... pardon me, once again... What the fuck. I didn't ask for a whole lot. All I needed was groceries, something to occupy a few hours after I got off of work last night so that we could have a fucking happy easter. So that I could do something special, since we don't get to see our families. Do you know what a fucking marinade is? Means you need to leave something sit. This particular marinade sits for 24 hours. Period. 8 different ingredients needing to be chopped, peeled, crushed, juiced, grated, and then all shoved underneath the skin of a chicken that is still frozen. I'm not angry. I'm not full of adrenaline because at 6am i was woken to someone grabbing my foot. I didn't scream and thrash and throw change and almost break my sword against the door when I got home because the one thing I was looking forward to had been fucking ignored. I'm not pissed at yet another disappointment, one little fucking thing that you couldn't manage to do for me. I've been broke so long, I'm used to going without. Never mind that this is the first time I've had the money to make this dish in two and a half years. I'll just whip it together at 6 am. Just never fucking mind that you didn't bother calling to ask if I needed it last night, that you didn't bother leaving a fucking note to tell me you would be back. Never mind that it took all the self control I had not to start breaking everything in site, to clean the counters in a single sweeping gesture, to shred papers, snap cds, smash Everything. Fuck you. Yeah, I'll sleep alone tonight, and I'll go out to IHOP alone tomorrow. I'm trying so hard not to be angry about this, but you fucked me over. All night yesterday at work, I was in a horribly shitty mood. I figured I would have to walk to osco, or take a cab to the store, because one little ingredient would be missing. No. It's *all* fucking missing. No effort at all to try to get the shit. You wanted to make a special dinner, to actually eat home-cooked non-restraunt food, to treat us both to this incredible dish you've loved for forever? Sorry, I couldn't spare the half hour before I suddenly left town for the night. You know what? Fuck you. I'm trying so hard not to be angry, but, fuck you, I am. You Fucked Up. You Screwed Me Over, you Shit On My Parade, I Am Pissed Off. 020331 ... p2 i need one of these with padded walls and a hose and drain in the center for easy cleaning 021231 ... mt *muffled footsteps, the click of a door gently closing.* *a chair grates, and clothing rustles.* *a deep breath in is followed by a quiet sigh.* . .. ... .... ... .... ... .. . fuck. i can still hear myself think. it was worth a shot, anyway. *clothing rustles and an indeterminate joint pops.* *a doorhandle clicks free, and slight complaint is heard from the hinges before the definitive click of a door pulled shut.* *.......* 031210 ... Fatal Flower holy bouncing boobies batman... i mean nothing insulting mre, but your rants caused me to smile. :-) 031211 ... coolsoundingme i once had a flight instructor who believed he had the power to give people polio simply by wishing it upon them. the last time i saw him do it, the recipient was never seen again. 070514 ... demosthenes I AM HUMAN AND I NEED TO BE LOOOOOVED JUST - LIKE - EVERYBODY - ELSE! NEER NA NEER NEER NEER! rocks out privately on the subway 070514 what's it to you? who go blather from