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kramit1212 and I are gossip fiends.
He had a good tidbit for me, about me yesterday
It's potentially good news
Very good news
You know what fetches much dollars on eBay?
Dreamcast games
People are bidding like crazy for my copy of Street Fighter Alpha 3
Don't get me wrong -- it's a great game
But the collector mentality has always struck me as kind of weird
Eesshh....writing in the above style is kind of fun for a while. But after a bit, I can't help but think that I sound like some lunatic rocking back and forth in a chair somewhere. Why is it that simple sentences, taken in large quantites, sound creepy? I could be imagining things, I guess
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Conversationally dysfunctional? Get a blog, retard!
OK, now -- I'd like to tell you about another one the traits that I truly abhor in some people. First off, I'm a pretty simple guy. I dress boringly, I like breakfast foods, I enjoy math, the piano, and video games. That pretty much sums me up. Oh yeah, and I'm batshit insane -- but I can still function pretty well in society. Anyway, I also like straight talk. Tell me about your day -- tell me what you think of me -- talk to me about coffee or how Mario is Nintendo's least likeable character -- whatever. All I ask is that you don't take a simple question like, "Hey, how's your day been?" and turn it into some high-level bullshit metaphor with some pretentious SAT vocab thrown in for good measure.
These people are called CONVERSATION ELITISTS. If you turn even the most basic small talk into a heady political-scientific-religious-philosohical exchange, then Congrats! This is you! And you'd better watch out...because now I'm ready for you. If you try to talk about the evils of capitalism while I'm trying desperately just to get you to say what kind of tea you want, then you are going to be SHUT DOWN. If you take the question, "Hey have you ever been to Victrola on Capitol Hill?" as an invitation to shave minutes away from my life going on about the coffee-harvesting processes in Rwanda, then I will WALK AWAY FROM YOU, MID-SENTENCE IF NECESSARY. I don't care about your band. I don't care about your degree. I don't care how smart you think you are. Don't talk AT me or, from today forward, I will tell you EXACTLY how little I care, and since I'll already be annoyed, I probably won't be nice about it. I may be employed in customer service, but that does NOT entitle you to rape my ear. Starting today, the ear fights back. Get ready.
kramit1212 and I are gossip fiends.
He had a good tidbit for me, about me yesterday
It's potentially good news
Very good news
You know what fetches much dollars on eBay?
Dreamcast games
People are bidding like crazy for my copy of Street Fighter Alpha 3
Don't get me wrong -- it's a great game
But the collector mentality has always struck me as kind of weird
Eesshh....writing in the above style is kind of fun for a while. But after a bit, I can't help but think that I sound like some lunatic rocking back and forth in a chair somewhere. Why is it that simple sentences, taken in large quantites, sound creepy? I could be imagining things, I guess
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Conversationally dysfunctional? Get a blog, retard!
OK, now -- I'd like to tell you about another one the traits that I truly abhor in some people. First off, I'm a pretty simple guy. I dress boringly, I like breakfast foods, I enjoy math, the piano, and video games. That pretty much sums me up. Oh yeah, and I'm batshit insane -- but I can still function pretty well in society. Anyway, I also like straight talk. Tell me about your day -- tell me what you think of me -- talk to me about coffee or how Mario is Nintendo's least likeable character -- whatever. All I ask is that you don't take a simple question like, "Hey, how's your day been?" and turn it into some high-level bullshit metaphor with some pretentious SAT vocab thrown in for good measure.
These people are called CONVERSATION ELITISTS. If you turn even the most basic small talk into a heady political-scientific-religious-philosohical exchange, then Congrats! This is you! And you'd better watch out...because now I'm ready for you. If you try to talk about the evils of capitalism while I'm trying desperately just to get you to say what kind of tea you want, then you are going to be SHUT DOWN. If you take the question, "Hey have you ever been to Victrola on Capitol Hill?" as an invitation to shave minutes away from my life going on about the coffee-harvesting processes in Rwanda, then I will WALK AWAY FROM YOU, MID-SENTENCE IF NECESSARY. I don't care about your band. I don't care about your degree. I don't care how smart you think you are. Don't talk AT me or, from today forward, I will tell you EXACTLY how little I care, and since I'll already be annoyed, I probably won't be nice about it. I may be employed in customer service, but that does NOT entitle you to rape my ear. Starting today, the ear fights back. Get ready.
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I hate you.
You are right about the parking fuckers.
Why did he get fired? And how did he hear about Amaze?