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Showing posts with label fuck. Show all posts

Saturday, 6 October 2012

Guest post: The Quiet Owl on things we fucking hate.

Hello my angry little loves. Ready for some more grumpy rants? I know I certainly am, and here is one I totally fucking agree with from the wonderful Karen. Enjoy kids.


Seriously people. 
Don't let your kids run around unattended in the thrift store.  For one, I assume if you pay no attention to where your kids are while you're in public, you could give two shits about them.  I guess you are under the impression that your kids are so misbehaved that no one would try to take them, but I'm pretty sure the creepy old guy that just told your kid that he has puppy dogs and ice cream in his van doesn't care.  Secondly, never let your kid ride any kind of bike, scooter, car, ect... around in a store.  No one thinks it's cute.  Also, don't let your kids play with the toys in the thrift store.  For one, they are covered in germs (for god's sake, don't let them put the toys in their mouth either.  Blah....).  You also need to be aware that while you're looking at those jeans that are 4 sizes too small for you, your kid is sitting in the middle of the aisle with 50 dinosaurs spread out on the floor blocking my way, and you're just going to leave them sitting there until a poor employee has to pick them up.  Also, if I happen to accidentally stick my foot out and trip your kids while they're running at full force playing tag, don't be blame me.  You should have been watching them.  Oh wait, you were watching them, you're just more concerned about whatever you were doing to care.  Thrift stores play that "all children under the age of 12 must by accompanied by a parent at all times" message for a reason.  And do they really have to tell you to watch your children?  Just do it because it's the right thing to do.  Ok, I feel much better now.  Thanks Daisy!!!  

Karen - The Quiet Owl

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

you know what i really fucking hate?

I HATE PEOPLE. 
Okay, well not all people. But the people who feel the need to publicly undermine and correct others all the time. I think, unfortunately, I have probably been one of these people in the past. When i was young and immature. In a time where I was unsure of myself and wanted to appear smart. When really all it did was make me look like a fucking smart arse. Nobody likes a smart arse. I have learnt. I think it comes from a need to assert ones intelligence. To appear better than others, like we are better informed and funnier. Well no, all you are doing is making someone else look stupid and yourself look like a total arsehole. I often feel the itch to correct peoples spelling or disagree with something, but i keep it in my fucking head because I'm not a wanker and when it comes down to it, it really doesn't fucking matter. If i have a problem with something you say or do, and it really is an actual problem, i will have a conversation with you privately, about it. The majority of these instances occur, sadly, over Facebook. The coward's best friend. I would love to see half the people that have made smart remarks over a Facebook status to me do the same thing face to face. Most of them wouldn't have the balls. I used to get myself in arguments over Facebook or Twitter over the most stupid things. I don't even try anymore, it wastes time and energy. You'll never convince someone they are wrong in 140 characters. So why bother?  Trolls, just go find something better to do. If you want to prove your superiority to me then go cure cancer and solve world hunger. Boy oh boy i will sure feel silly then. Cunts.
 
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