How About a Frosty Mug of SHUT THE HELL UP!: POST REDACTED

ROSE PRESENTS:
THE VERBAL SMACK DOWN


DISCLAIMER: I would like to think I'm a nice person. Right? Humor me for a moment my loyal legion of blog onlookers... Yeah... I can be a bitch sometimes... I will admit that I have that capacity and I have used it yes. And this my friends is one of those times. This surengence of angry has been accumlating since fucking december... and today my friends... oh... it has reached that point of no return.
Game over.

Dear You Know Who You Are:

First before I mention anything else, because this has been bothering me since fucking December. You are NOT a nice guy. You are a punk, a dick, an asshole, and to use my mom's new terminology Jerk Ball. Well hold on, I am a stickler for semantics, and really you can only know a person as well as your perceive them. So let me restate that. You told me "Don't worry Rose there are OTHER nice guys out there..." but you personally... You are NOT a nice guy to ME. To ME you are a punk, a dick, an asshole, and yes jerk ball. So argue all you want that you're really a nice guy, you can not possibly expect me to believe that you're a nice guy to me.

Now that little spat is out of the way.

This is me officially giving up on you. This is me no longer caring if you fuck up and lose your job. This is me looking out for ME, and washing my hands of YOU. After I feel guilty because I couldn't wake you up that I rush to work to make sure that it's open only to realize that you honestly don't respect me at all. I. am. done. And I know exactly what you are going to say.

No one asked you to come in, No one asked you to worry about me, I was late because of *insert lame excuse that somehow shifts the blame off of you and onto something else*

Cry me a fucking river. I did it because I had offered to wake you up, and on taking that offer that transferred responsibility to me to ensure either you woke up or to keep your ass out of trouble if something happens. I offered to wake you up as a co-worker. I covered your ass as a friend. But that's something you would not even begin to understand because from what I have been told by others and basically by you is that you don't want to be my friend.

Fine.

I'm sick of trying. I'm sick of working my ass off for your approval and continually getting the cold shoulder. You seem to think it's okay to fuck up on a frequent basis and never own up to it. Saying "sorry" or "thank you" doesn't automatically get you a "get out of a bitching" card. Smiling and feeling sorry for yourself only pisses me off more.

Today, I don't think I was so much angry about you coming in late. It was when I said "We're gonna have a talk." and you straight tell me "No"

EXCUSE ME?! I DIDN'T GET TO BED UNTIL 4 IN THE FUCKIN MORNING JUST TO MAKE SURE MY PHONE SWITCHED OVER SO I WOULDN'T LET YOU DOWN. AND WOKE UP AT 7:30 ON MY DAY OFF JUST TO MAKE SURE I WOULDN'T LET YOU DOWN! AND WHEN I COULDN'T GET AHOLD OF YOU I STAYED AWAKE! CAN YOU GUESS WHY?! SO I WOULDN'T LET YOU DOWN!

OH OH OH! AND CAN YOU GUESS WHY I EVENTUALLY SAID FUCK IT AND WENT TO MAKE SURE AT LEAST SOMEONE WAS AT THE STORE UNTIL I COULD GET AHOLD OF YOU! OH OH OH! AND HERE'S ONE YOU WON'T GET.... CAN YOU GUESS WHY I DIDN'T TELL JEFF?

How about it? Can you figure that one out?

You're a fucking dick to me almost every single day. You snap at me, you make assumptions about my current social situation without knowing the first thing about me. You tear into me every time you are unwilling to admit that i'm right. You interrupt me all the fucking time when I'm trying to talk to you about things that are important to me. You never apologize, you always have an excuse and you must be like a professional fly fisher for pity. I think you have got to be one of the most inconsiderate selfish people I've ever met, and believe you me... i have been in the company of some pretty big assholes.

I am so angry at you and just feel so disrespected and unappreciated by you as both a co-worker and someone who has attempted to be nice to you. Before I started working at Radioshack I actually had confidence and a life. And now I feel like an empty shell of a person. Your actions and words have made me feel like less of a person. But you know what?

I'm not out to hurt you or see you lose your job. If I wanted to fuck you over I wouldn't have even bothered to call or show up. I'm not going to tell Jeff about it, if you tell him that's your choice, but like I said. I am washing my hands of you.

I know you and Jeff think I'm a stuck up bitch, I really don't care anymore. After today it has become painfully clear that you are never going to grow up, you're never going to be on time, and you're never going to better yourself. I am considering my investments of time and energy into the cultivation of your human capital to be a net loss.

This is one less person worrying about you, and claiming to "see your potential". I'm fairly convinced that you have no potential and you are the way you are not because of lack of ambition but because it's the best you can do. And that's sad.

And I know you think I always have to be right, but dude... I would love it if you could prove me wrong. But I know you can't because like I said. I see who you are now... you won't better yourself not because you won't but because you can't.
And neither can I so I'm out. Game Over. Fail.

regards:
Rose

Give a Man a Fish

so I'm not SAYING going to college makes you a better person but... going to college makes you a better person.

If I were president. Fuck universal health care, fuck social security reform, and fuck... I repeat fuck... securing the boarders...

Platform Beam and maybe if he plays his cards right Seitz (imagine the press! the first bipartisan running mates... it would be like the odd couple only this time... it's bureaucratic!) and let's give it the date... 2028. 20 years... not bad.

Would be for subsidized higher education.

Dude... why are we spending millions and millions of dollars on "bettering the less fortunate countries" when there are American citizens running around here who completely lack necessary cognitive and critical thinking skills!

Working on a task at work... I see the following thing and it honestly made my brain hurt.

It's hard to understand how frustrating that is out of context. Long story short... those products were moved, and rather than take down the pegs... they were left up out of laziness not really stupidity i suppose, but then another member of the brain trust was told to place those signs on all empty pegs... well... i suppose he's good at following directions.

There was like 12 of these all grouped together on the wall. I was so baffled by it I had to take photos of it... I mean... I ... I never wanted to be one of those people who thought they were better than others simply because they had higher education... but dude... I mean... dude.

"Give a man a fish he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish then he can tell his head from his ass." ~ Beam/Seitz* 2028

*running mate pending*

Cool Only Counts if You're a Freezepop or the Fonz

So okay... saw this chain letter thing that was posted on a myspace profile written from the perspective of a "pissed off" and again "former nice guy".

The whole thing went into the justification of why there are no more nice guys... i.e faggity fellows who cook dinner, kiss in the rain, and all that bullshit. The punch line was that all "nice guys" are turned evil by that shallow whore who keeps them as a platonic puppy. Ya know... the "friend zone" and all that hullabaloo. The whole thing made me want to throw up in my mouth a little...

because in all honesty... NICE GUYS....

Behind every shallow whore is a platonic puppy... and behind every platonic puppy... is a cool cat. Now... what do I mean by that...

Ok... would the nice guys please think for just a second... just for a second... now... think of that one girl that dated ridiculously idiotic guys ... you loved her to death... you listened to all her sob stories about douchebag boyfriends and secretly loved when she cried on your shoulder because her hair smelled like strawberries... and she's the one who always told you time and time again... she just wanted to be friends and blah blah blah... you thinking of her... of course you are... she was all you ever thought about... now stop thinking about her for just one fucking second ok?

Now think of that one friend you have. Hell she doesn't have to be a friend just think of that one person. It's a girl. She's into all the same movies and video games... she's funny as hell... almost like hanging out with one of the guys... She's smart and chill and never has a problem spotting you from time to time... She's great at boosting your ego but knocking you off the pedastool at the same... know who I'm talking about her... yeah her... she's cool and all but....

but... that word is followed by sooooo many others... doesn't matter... the important thing is that she's cool... and nice guys... the platonic puppies... DON'T DATE COOL CATS!

I myself... I am the coolest fuckin kid in school... which is probably why I can't find a guy to save my life... seriously... because guys... nice or douche... do not want cool girls... they don't want a girl that plays video games, alcohol tolerance like an irishmen, and doesn't give a shit if you go out with the guys...

I mean yeah that would fuckin rock if she was like that and had killer tits.

Cools cats turn into shallow whores because they lose they identity as soon as they realize being cool as gotten them no where... you don't get laid by have dignity... guys don't respect you... so why should you respect yourself.

So ... Nice guys... before you begin to bitch and whine that nobody loves you and that means you have to turn into a douche... maybe you should rethink your own situation in life...

because for every shallow whore that broke your heart... there was a girl right behind you that was cool and all... but.... insert your lame excuse here... it all amounts to you masturbating with your tears.

signed:
"One cool cat that refuses to turn into a shallow whore no matter how many "nice guys" turn her down."

Dear Simple Plan

Dear Simple Plan:

I have kept silent for many years but I believe that I have reached a breaking point when it pertains to your crap-ass lyrics and painfully predictable rhyming schemes. This is a polite request that you look in the mirror and realize you are almost in your 30s now.

Yes ok... it was mighty clever of you to insert the word "dick" in your song "Addicted" and granted it is acceptable to enjoy that song from time to time in the privacy of your home. However everything you have released since then have been nothing but purely primative and unbearable.

Singles such as "Perfect" and "Welcome to my Life" should have never been allowed on the radio. If you are THAT old and still have to approach your father in such a passive-aggressive manner it clearly explains why you are Candian. Simple Plan I really hope "Welcome to my Life" was a genius piece of satire otherwise you clearly have been mistaken in feeling that you had a target audience of say a five-year-old which would be the age at which a person would not "know what it is like" to be a whiny douche.

Before you claim crammo (a hybrid of crappy emo) is all the rage as proven by your friendly rivals good charlotte, new found glory, bowling for soup, and the occasionally sum 41. Keep in mind some of their lyrics actually venture past rhyming 'me' and 'see' as well as 'true' and 'you'.

Finally in response to your latest single "When I'm Gone". No Simple Plan... Life is what happens while you're busy continuing to write songs a highschooler wouldn't bother to splooge in. Maybe next time write a song about the things in life YOU don't know it's like ... ya know having a family of your own, and a respectable career.

Things people your age should be looking into.

love:
Rose

The Douchepartment of Much Vindication (DMV)

I no longer fear hell for I have seen the DMV. And it seems that it's universal throughout... And most anyone who has had to set foot in this hellhole of pure bureaucracy and acrid humanity knows exactly what I mean....

The long of the short of it is sometime last night my license went MIA... and because I'm leaving soon cross country I found it highly important to get a replacement ASAP. So I gather what I thought was sufficient materials to prove things such as, my identity, my residency, my citizenship...

So apparently 5 bank statements (that and I quote meet the regulations posted on the website over 30 days old), a tuition bill, a loan statement, a W-2, and yes even a document SENT BY THE DMV ITSELF!!! Is not sufficient enough proof of residency for Ms.Redhead Bitch and her supervisor that conveniently left 5 minutes ago and won't be back till Thursday. I mean what the hell do they think I've just squatted in some unexpectating family's mailbox and run past and mail jack the box before they get home every afternoon... I think if you're able to produce at least five pieces of mail no matter what it is that span over 30 days... that's sufficient enough proof that you live there... and it's simply audacious that they wouldn't accept something that they fuckin sent... HOW THE HELL DID I GET IT THEN.

And it wouldn't bad if she wasn't such a bitch about it... First she accuses me of printing off the second statement I find (because apparently the first one had no activity on it... oh failed to mention that in your little fuckin website didn't you?) and after I insist I had just opened the envelope it came in then she says she won't accept it because it's nine months old... (yep makes sense printing it off and folded it in the exact likeness of a document that was in an envelope and dated nine months ago...) Why couldn't she be honest and save me the time and said...

"I'm an extremely bitter bitch, and I resent my position in this life because I made poor decisions and now work at the DMV where I see people much more successful than I am every single day... and so I grasp what little superiority I have over you... and because you have success clearly written all over you I will make it my job to make sure you do not leave here with this license today.... nothing you bring me will suffice me at the point because I already decided that it's you that will feel my failures in life today... "

So atm I continue to frantically backtrack to find my license while attempting to locate my latest statement... And this is only half the battle... without a license this DMV has to contact the Oklahoma DMV... omfg... I'm never gonna get my license am I?

I have no identity... WHO AM I?????????

Jirojirominai! (Don't Stare!)

So I never know what online dating sites I'm allowed to look at the boys...

I think it's True where it's not to stare... but why would I... those boyz are creepy on their webcams... or tanning aimlessly while someone is filming them... and then they talk to you... and it's all so confusing... they ask for your name and then wait a good 10 second before saying something else... which first off who does this ever fool... like... more than five times... really after the second time I was wise to fact that they could not hear me... well maybe third.

Or the guys that are "typing you" who look like that gooney in a webcam anyhow... or more accurately who gets that excited watching their computer... it's CREEPY!

What's worse are the Match.Com ads... where it's OK to look... k... so you can find... single smart people, or single doctors, or single musicians... but... THEY ARE ALL THE SAME GUY! Seriously! You mean to tell me there's only one guy at Match.com... k... it sounds like to me... he's a prostitute... if he can be all those things... and he's even more awkward that the guys I can't look at... inspecting me... it's CREEPY! And when he's the "smart guy" those glasses are so silly looking... it looks more like an Ad for a Halloween costume... and I want to see this guy like just on the street or like just working at American Eagle or something and be like... "Hey you're the Match.com guy... waiiiit a minute you're not a smart guy! You're a phony! A big fat PHONY!"

I don't want to hook me a hottie during boyfriend season ok (which is just around the corner yikes!)? So seriously... match and true... leave me be... stop with your crazy ads!

*sigh* in the infamous words of Paula Cole... "Where have all the cowboys gone?" oh that's right... it's that creepy smart/doctor/musician guy on Match.com... i'm sure he'd parade in a cowboy costume for me... at least it's ok to look :P

Eating Meat

So in Ethics we're doing an applied topics unit of "Our Duties to Animals" and I understand some animal testing is rather cruel... or had been apparently... but I'm so enraged at the hippiness of it all...

Like we have to read a 33 page essay entitled "The Immortality of Eating Meat" and all day yesterday Dr. McBride (who I hope to god was playing devil's advocate) was all gung ho about the Animal Liberation essay... Where Singer suggested that animals being given equal consideration of humans... Singer himself was a vegan...

And I find this ruthlessly absurd. Look you don't want to eat meat that's fine... but to suggest that person who does is immoral is ridicilious. Singer said that the only reason we eat meat is for the taste and we can get nutrients from meat from soybeans...

Look if we weren't in nature suppose to eat meat then we would not have been given incisors either thru god or evolution or some wacky combination of both. And whether we give humans the status of animals or animals the status of humans then some trade off has to occur...

if we say all animals deserve equal consideration then that would suggest that we have to tell other carnivores that they can not eat meat... good luck getting that memo out... and ya know what... until an animal expresses to me a desire for equal rights... then I'm going to continue to treat it like an animal... and maybe that's a point animals have no voice so we must decide for them... well then there you go... if we have to decide what's best for them... then we are superior which gives us the right to use animals as means... trust... if there was a superior being on this earth capable of hunting and trapping us... they would have their right to do what they wanted... thus is the advantage of survival of the fittest.

Am I speciesist... Damn skippy I am... I'll be damned if I'm going to give equal consideration to a damn cow. Look... they don't want to die... well that's all fine and good... neither do i... and I want to eat that cow so my consideration and happiness is at stake... and that one cow could feed like 5 people... so if you're going to utlitarianize the argument then the happiness of 5 people is worth the suffering of one cow. Also... yeah mass meat farms are gross and a tad sketch... but I also have the equal consideration to not want to pay out the ass for meat... so that I can invest my money in a HUMAN ECONOMY... you know why? BECAUSE I AM A FUCKIN HUMAN.

Would I feel different if I was cow... probably... but on the other hand would I be self aware of my plight... probably not.. because I would be a FUCKIN COW.

Look I'm gonna go with Kant on this one... which I found Kant is my main man... if you had a shot of Kant with a splash of Utilitarianism over iced Aristotle that would be one damn fine philosophy.

Kant believes that because animals are not rational that we can use them as means to an end... but... that we shouldn't mistreat them unless out of necessity because how we treat animals is a reflection of how we treat humanity.... so with Kant it's alright to eat meat... the living conditions of livestock is necessary to keep meat at an affordable price... animal testing is alright (with in reason) if it helps us make scientific discoveries that will benefit human beings... and what wouldn't be alright is things like torturing animals, beating them or starving them, shooting them for sport (unless it's a population deterrent because allowing the animals to become over populated and starve is cruel)

See isn't Kant an agreeable sort of guy... granted he tells you if the nazis came to your house looking for Ann Frank you'd have to turn her over because you could never universalize lying.... but other than that... kudos to you Kant and your categorical imperative.

In conclusion I beginning to wonder if I had misjudged one of my groupmates as a Liberal Hippie... Since he has cut his hair, stopped drinking out of wooden cup, and apparently loves to eat meat as much as the next guy... He's dare I say... moderately bearable. (a bit godly for my taste) but on a whole... I feel perhaps my initial impression of him was wrong... tho he is always in my personal space... I guess it's important to remember you can't judge a person by appearances which I think Eric would agree with because so many people mistake him for Russian... but you know Eric I think that has nothing to do with your blue eyes and blond hair, but probably that half empty bottle of vodka your always carrying around ;)

Finally... since I'm sure I've ruffled a few feathers... let's end with a laugh... and keep in mind... I'm not THIS gung ho about eating meat... or am I???