maynard256 at livejournal

I love me some whiny blogging bitches. I've been known to demand to see their tits, always with the m.o. of convincing them of the undeniable truth that their tits are the most interesting thing about them. They always hate the shit out of me for it. It's almost too easy.

Here's maynard256 at livejournal, who I saw when I was grabbing a graphic from this guy for redisplay at my main page:



Breaking with tradition here at my mailbag page, this isn't actually email, but rather an exchange from the comment section of one of her posts about all her horrible, awful problems that no one would ever understand. Wah.

I totally come off like a perv, but it's a small price to pay to help this girl understand that no one would give a shit about her whiny ass unless they were
1) family
2) slaves
3) faking it because they want to see her tits

And slaves are illegal. We begin.
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Do you show your tits ever? 'Cause that I would love to see. Sorry off topic. Hope life doesn't get you so down in the future. We all know what it's like to be at the mercy of how we feel. That's what your twenties are for -- it simmers down after a while. Really, it'll all calm down once you quit worrying about it. And if you want to show me your tits, that's awesome too.

Dale
http://doublefleea.blogspot.com
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Whoever you are, I've been suffering with a REAL mental illness since I was 16. It's called Bipolar, asshole, I'm not just LETTING my feelings get me down. That's why I take medicine and see a psychiatrist.

That's NOT what my fucking twenties are for. This isn't just piddly teen-angst bullshit spilling over into adulthood, this is something that WON'T all calm down once I quit worrying about it, it's a fucking CHRONIC ILLNESS. I will never be able to go a day with out medication for THE REST OF MY LIFE. READ UP ON IT, it's a real fucking joyride.

Do you approach women in person with the same kind of tact that you did me? If you do, I bet you're up to your neck in pussy. What kind of women buy that kind of shit? Because I'm sure they're all top shelf.

Did you also use that same kind of tact when you took this? I'm sure telling Anthony he has nice tits buttered him up well enough for him to just let you have it.

You're pathetic. Go trolling in someone else's journal, Jackass.
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Good for you tattletale, I totally passed that art off as my own and I need to be stopped. If you look at two days ago I link straight to the talent at Nedroid. While you're at it, warn the other five million people I've showcased the graphics of over the last three years, almost every one of which I've credited at a point coeval with the appearance of.

And it's also good for you that you consider yourself to be a victim of some terrible emotional disease that you milk on your blog, sorry, typepad.

Gimme a little credit. I was genuinely trying to give you an opportunity to show a side of yourself that isn't totaly absorbed in your whiny, victim-y problems, those specifically being your titties. Shit, at least your tits are normal and can enjoy a full and healthy life. I take this to mean you aren't going to show them off, even though your profile picture makes it look like you're going to? Either way, I hope we can still be friends. Me and your tits, I mean.

Don't cry yourself to sleep, please,
Dale

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[That's more or less the end. At this point in our repartee, which was shaping up to be at least semi-authentic if lop-sided, she decides to carve my name on herself,

can I have your last name so I can give you PROPER CREDIT?

and I think she's probably nuts enough to be telling the truth. Great. I try to save a little face with another comment about her being a closet exhibitionist (and even a moment of genuine medical advice, effectively "don't take any wooden nickels"), but the thrill's gone out of it. I could post my last missive to her but the delivery of it into such a dumb and sad corner makes it boring. Why punch a dead guy. I just have one final thought on the subject of maynard256 at livejournal and whiny little girls that overpopulate the internet in general.

If you're going to whine on the internet, don't be surprised if someone jumps your shit. It's a hard world so get used to it, and don't try to threaten me with carving my name into your skin. By the way. before I changed it, my last name was XXKXKKXXXKKXKXKKXKXXKKXKson. Get pictures, no tits required. (I'm originally from a small village in KXKXKXKXistan.) Shit, what's the poor bastard who actually sees your tits and then dumps your crazy ass going to have done in his honor? You gonna snort some popcorn salt and then blog about that? That'll show him! Are you gonna gargle drano? I bet then they'll all be sorry! But ol' maynard256 will never kill herself, 'cause how could she milk it on her blog afterwards?

I can't believe that the norm consists of feeling sorry for dipshits like this rather than telling them like it is. Reality isn't for everybody, so if you can't take it, vacate the premises. I refuse to acquiesce to bitch-ass pity parties internet or not, livejournal or not, carving on yourself or not.

Debutantes used to "come out", ever heard of that? When they did, they were fair game for all the intrigue and complication society could throw at them. Little girlies who aren't "out" yet have no business in the company of adults. When I send them back to the kitchen for more seasoning, it's for the good of everyone.]

my department heads

These guys are the big bosses and wield extraordinary power and influence. They're kind of like the dragon at the end of super mario brothers. Notice the lack of ironic flair and what a pussy I sound like.

We are throwing away lots of things that have to be refrigerated and that aren't. More often than not they're expensive.

I've heard [one of you] jest you've been looking around for a briefcase containing a few million dollars and while this might be less appealing, I think it would be worthwhile to pursue a means of teaching people how much money they're throwing away. [One of our retired coworkers] was famous for writing prices on envelopes and making sure you knew how bad it would be to blow it on a dose of zenapax. I'm not advocating we adopt "the [retired coworker] method", but it was effective in getting me and other people to pay closer attention.

Someone here had to throw away six vials of Alteplase yesterday that were warm in a bucket. No one knew how long they'd been sitting there. This is one of the things I'm not sure anyone tells you about, and losses this big and this regular should not be ignored. Someone's just handed me another vial of it just now, and after I check to see if it's hazardous waste or not, it's going in the appropriate trash receptacle, as well. I turn it over in my hand and wonder how many of them I would have to prevent the discarding of to justify my spot on the payroll. Then there's the octreotide and darbepoetin that on so many occasions have also died on the proverbial vine. I could go on, but it would only be for effect and we're all needing to get important work done.

I've considered that you don't need me telling you this; I'm sure you have spreadsheets that stretch beyond my imagination.

If we're holding back on overtime in order to save less money than we're throwing away in expired refrigerated meds as a result of not having people here long enough to get their drugs put away, it strikes me that this seems like bad way to do things. However, I'm nearly positive it's not an issue of people not being here long enough to do it. I think it's that they're unclear on expense and are ignorantly spending dollars to save dimes.

I could have made this shorter and just said we could use a sort of guideline that goes something like :
No aspirin tablets should ever be put on the shelf until all the refrigerated meds are refrigerated.
But I didn't want to be so messianic without an explanation, which I now feel satisfied I have provided.