RANT HERE

[Peter Voice]

Whilst the idiot George (the shrub) is trashing the Middle East to hide his trashing of the States, England is choking in in it's own filth and Australia is violating every principle of honesty and decency, all Pixiejester can think is important enough to rant about is her inability to cope with other people.

Get over it, stupid person and grow up. Do you actually perform or is your only interest here, p.net, finding an audience for your personal problems with other people's sexual and toilet habits.

For fuck sake, if you're going to "Rant Here", could you try something that some-one cares about.

PS. Chicks often leave drops of ??? on the dunny seat. Guys notice as we lift the seat.

[pixiejester]

Yes I do perform, please feel free to look at my site. And if Rachel can rant about how she hates herself, and Jester can rant about his daughter getting into a damn good school and other people can rant about who gives a fuck nosense, then so can I, that's what it's here for. I can rant about whatever I want to in this thread. If I wanted to rant about what a tosser you are, I shall.

[Lee Nelson]

pixie
nobody can deny you your freedom of speech or your right to rant.
but people can tell you that your rants are childish. Its not the content, we love toilet humour, its just the total lack of mature wisdom behind them that is tiresome.

it would also do you well to remember the average age and experience of alot of the readers of the forum. I am sure that if you sat at a table face to face with a average selection of pnet users, you would think a little bit more carefully before making a contribution.

take a deep breath, and try again.

i am totally fed up with spring snow. It is gorgeous for a while and then it rains and turns the streets to slush and my shoes and socks get wet because I havent got the right shoes to go and buy a decent pair of shoes.
At least in the middle of winter it turned to ice. Then my feet were dry but my first time WINTER ass was sore from crashing on those slippery footpaths.
Come on SUMMER,, not long to go now!!!

[pixiejester]

Just because I'm alot younger than you lot and not as experienced, does not mean I'm being 'childish.' But next time I rant I will remember to use big 'adult' words and make it a long post, like you guys do

[jester]

Pixie you can rant about whatever you want....

.... just remember to leave the toilet seat UP!

[gav]

Yeah ladies leave the seat up, if you want us guys to leave it down. fares fair.

ps. I think Peter went a bit overboard in dissn' pixie.

We can all rant about what ever we like.
I mean for fucks sake Peter was ranting about pixies' inability to cope with other people whilst the idiot George (the shrub) is trashing the Middle East to hide his trashing of the States, England is choking in in it's own filth and Australia is violating every principle of honesty and decency.

When will it all end ?

I seriously think at this point in winter/summer we're all dangerously close o traveling too far up our own asses, or is that arses ? or ass's or asss'.
I have no idea.

[Peter Voice]

Assii?

[Butterfly Man]

Francis of ...

I'm losing weight. I'm not eating much lately. What's the use? I got one foot in the grave anyway, so why bother? Why waste food?

Everything is such a hassle so why put out any more effort? It's all such a pain in the ass.

What's the use? I'm too wrapped up in myself. I'm obsessed with my struggling, and frankly, I'm not really all that interesting anymore since I’ve gotten old. So why bother?

Before I knew it, time had ripped by and all of a sudden I had one foot in the grave. I was getting closer to the curtain. Stalking the edge of darkness. Moving toward the quiet place. A place where you can hear the eternal silence and you foolishly think, "I just might get some sleep here after all."

This? This is all too much. Too noisy. Too annoying. All these crazy relationships with all these crazy people and what for? It's all such an effort and then we die anyway, so what's the point? I don't get it. I'm just so tired and irritated, and I've got one foot in the grave anyway, so why bother?

It's not like I haven't tried. I've tried it all. I've meditated, chanted, prayed, cried, wrote in my journal, lit candles, incense, did primal screams, walked in the woods, sat by the ocean, drank, did drugs … lots of drugs. You name it, I tried it … and it all still sucks. At the end, after all is said and done, I always still find myself in the toiling angst of me.

I tried. I tried to get away and find happiness. I looked, believe me I looked, but it was like someone was always blocking my view. No matter how I moved to try and catch a look at what's possible in life someone moved in front of me. I lean this way, they lean this way. I lean that way, they lean that way. I never saw that light at the end of the tunnel. All I could see was just hair with ears sticking out.

Finally, I got so desperate I grabbed the son of a bitch by the shoulders and spin them around to give the jerk a piece of my mind, and it's me. Yeah, me! I keep trying to get a peak at life and all I can see is the back of my own head. All this time, it's me. I'm in my own way. I'm the one stopping me. Who needs that?

I've been assessing everything in my life. Going over all the details. Auditing everything and I'm coming up with more debits than credits. Emotionally, I'm deep in the red.

Maybe I should just step across the line and into the abyss. I mean, I already have one foot in the grave. Right?

I don't know how I'd do it, either. I mean, how do ya do it? I want it fast and painless, so slashing wrists or jumping off something is out of the question. Forget those.

Hanging? Uh... not reliable and you really look stupid when they find you. Not a flattering position to be in even when you're successful.

Guns? Bullet... where? Heart? Head? Where on the head? Temple? Forehead? Mouth? What a mess.

Pills. Definitely pills. You can put on some soothing music, low lighting, and lay down. First you get very stoned, then very sleepy, and then you choke on your own vomit.

Naw... I don't know.

Besides, I'd have to leave a note, right? Ya gotta say something; otherwise it's an act of aggression against all the people you leave behind. That seems mighty petty.

So what do I write? Something poetic and enigmatic, something to make people think I was a great person? Funny?

What the hell do I write? My life's story? A post-it? What? How personal are ya supposed to get?

No, it's too much pressure. Just when I'm looking to get out from under pressure, that's when I'm expected to write an articulate essay that expresses my inner condition? Right...

It's too much trouble. Forget it! Why put out the effort? Sit back, relax. It's coming. No matter what, you can't stop it.

Besides, I have one foot in the grave.

So, why bother?

[scot]

re:Robert

[Rachel Peters]

If you die, I swear I will KILL you!!

[Butterfly Man]

and you thought that was a bug on my head ...

Personally, I like to think of myself as more of a spirochete.

Gazzo, now that's bacteria!

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

Re: Francis of ...

Originally posted by Butterfly Man
All I could see was just hair with ears sticking out.

Better then seeing ears with hair sticking out.

[Butterfly Man]

the sound of one hand clapping ...

Kumi says this needs more work before I post it

[pixiejester]

What the hell has comic relief done with this years song? Last year, or whenever it was, they had Peter Kay and Tony Christie's "Is This The Way To Amarillo" they have Girls Aloud vs Sugababes in what can only be described as the worst cover I have ever heard, and I have heard many. Now the other song, The Proclaimers "I'm Gonna Be 500 Miles" featuring the guys from Little Britian, now that is a brillant song which should have been the main comic relief song, not that tacky remake of a very good song.
I hate it when other people or groups ruin a perfectly good song.

[Rachel Peters]

ow

shooty shoot shoot.
i just had to quit my job due to serious tendonitis.
i spent the last two months telling myself i was just being a baby. stupid move.
...wake up call. my hands are my career.
i shouldn't be typing now.