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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:216832</id>
    <author>
      <name>quinn_lee</name>
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    <title>Obnoxiously Confident Ex</title>
    <published>2014-02-06T20:49:02Z</published>
    <updated>2014-02-06T20:49:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Should the right reaction to this be &lt;i&gt;agitated&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;amused&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer I obtained and lost my first (technically) boyfriend. The only thing that had led me to even approach a relationship with said ex was the pleading of my best friend who - &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Wants one of my[her] ships to actually work this time..please make it work!&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; That, and also the vanity in me that starved for the attention of one from the opposite sex. So with that driving me to him, I gave it a shot and like all the ships my friend had tried to make work, this ended up sinking as well. Barely one month in the relationship I told my ex; lets call him Noz, I told Noz that I did not think &amp;#39;we&amp;#39; were working out. Well to be honest I didn&amp;#39;t bluntly exclaim this, this was my first break up, it was quite a daunting task so I might have let it drag on too long of hinting that I needed to tell him something important. He had guessed between A) me breaking up with him, or B) That I was a secret transvestite. After I answered that I was in fact breaking up with him, we awkwardly walked home and before we had separated to cross different streets he whisper to me &amp;quot;I guess I won&amp;#39;t be your gigolo anymore...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should give a description of Noz before I continue this, so that there won&amp;#39;t be any confusion to why I had broke up with him. Noz is - &lt;i&gt;excuse my sass -&lt;/i&gt; an obnoxious prick. He &lt;strike&gt;was&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;IS&lt;/i&gt; that one kid that everyone found annoying in class and would often argue with anyone just because he believes he is smarter. His whole aura projected waves of confidence to the extremity that it was even painful to look at him straight in the face without the urge to roll your eyes at him. How I ended up giving him a shot is one of two things: 1) He had the foreign appeal, being Greek and all, 2) I had three pairs of beer goggles on when he had asked me out on the first date... So I was &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;slightly&lt;/i&gt; tipsy. And the things I had said previously also apply to this; my friend&amp;#39;s ship and my vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after the break up, I gave him time to process the break up, I thought that he took it fairly well. He didn&amp;#39;t cry or got angry at me; though he did ask me why I wanted to break up with him, but of course that was to be expected. But then my best friend who had pushed this ship; lets call her Diana, Diana sent me a message that Noz was engulfed with complete hatred against me. So perhaps he didn&amp;#39;t take the news of our break up as well as I hoped so. It isn&amp;#39;t also that surprising for me to find this out from Diana, she acted as our mediator and our wingman so it is natural for Noz to come to her to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I did find bizarre was their relationship. Through the duration of our dating experience, Noz would often send sexual messages towards Diana, and Diana would indulge him with the same, while keeping me in the loop of what my &amp;#39;boyfriend&amp;#39; was tell her. In honesty, I was not at all jealous, I wasn&amp;#39;t really the good when it came to &amp;#39;sexting&amp;#39; with him so I didn&amp;#39;t mind this at all even if I did find it odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, not even a week after the break up he starts to chat with Diana with a more suggestive and pleading tone, asking her if she would like to have a relationship with him. She was quick to dismiss the suggestion, saying that she couldn&amp;#39;t because she was my best friend and this was against the unwritten code of friends. Though her messages to me about this hinted a little doubt in herself, she would go on about how attractive she found him and that if he could fix himself up a little bit more then he would be a reasonable bachelor. Of course, she had asked me if it was okay for her to talk about Noz like this and I said that it was okay, though I was a bit agitated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn&amp;#39;t because I gave her permission to flirt with Noz... it was the fact that she was talking about Noz non-stop. The premise of the break up was because he was the overly-attached boyfriend with an endless amount of libido in his system. Everyday would be about him and I was always there to act as his self-esteem boost, through PDA that I voiced I didn&amp;#39;t like when in front of my friends, or always trying to find a way to make sexual advances towards me so that he may touch &amp;#39;da boobies&amp;#39;. In short, I found him annoying as he would not give me the time of day to be with myself. Now that I had broken up with him, I thought I was done with him pestering my life, but somehow he&amp;#39;s found a way to do it once more through Diana. All I wanted was to hear not a single word about him, forget that this had actually happened but I was barely given two days of a break before he became the main topic within my group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continues to press Diana towards this relationship and she has fallen into a love-hate relationship with him. I now act as-&lt;i&gt;in a sense-&lt;/i&gt; her voice of reason. The thing that peeves me now is his over confidence in himself, and how does he show this enormous ego of his? By flirting with not only Diana but with also two of my other friends. Of course the newly recruited objects of his admiration have not reciprocated the same way that Diana did, it did peeve me because he knows Diana tells me everything. He tells her of the threesome...more so foursome he would like to have with Diana and our two other friends. And he knows she would tell me this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this his form of revenge? Does this even concern me at all? Am I placing myself in this situation and making this a personal attack towards me? Or is it just because he has become an obnoxiously confident ex who is hitting on my friends because they do give him the time of day. It&amp;#39;s a well known fact that people from our grade find him annoying and arrogant as stated before and so he doesn&amp;#39;t really have that many friends to talk to. He had also just transferred from Greece to our current location a year and half prior our senior year in High school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently, Diana is peeved about him as he had told her... that he finds our two friends extremely attractive and continues to do so when they see each other in university, knowing the effect it had on Diana. Contradicting what he had said about them before just to &amp;#39;play with her emotions&amp;#39; and so she in the height of her annoyance tells him my deep dark secret that I had a long running crush on his cousin; Todd. After she had told him that he immediately shutted up and then left her angrily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after this he presses Diana to go to the movies with him this Friday [tomorrow], she doesn&amp;#39;t want to be in the theaters with him alone so he suggest for her to bring our two friends so that he can finally act out his &amp;#39;foursome&amp;#39;. Of course, she found this offensive but agreed to bring them but for security sake asked to bring a male friend; Orozco, along as well as Todd. Unknown to him Diana had asked me to tag alone as a form of revenge. To see me there at the theater with Todd there and Orozco one of my closet male friend [it had gotten to the point that many believe Orozco and I were dating]. I hold no &amp;#39;evil&amp;#39; anger towards Noz but for playing with my friends feelings and using them as sexual relief, all I have to say is this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What should I wear tomorrow night?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quinn Lee~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:216498</id>
    <author>
      <name>courtney_bubble</name>
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    <title>People are stupid.</title>
    <published>2012-07-28T04:02:27Z</published>
    <updated>2012-07-28T04:02:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;#39;ve felt the need to rant about this for a while, then I found this community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#39;s about my friend and her boyfriend. So the thing is, we live in Sask. and he lives in Edmonton, then she thinks she can complain about the distance all she wants, and expects people won&amp;#39;t get&amp;nbsp;annoyed, since she was the one he chose to be with him in the first place. What makes it weirder is that they decided to get together the first day they met...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay out of it, I try to be happy for her, but that kinda gets hard when she only talks about him 24/7. I can&amp;#39;t help but feel bitter and annoyed, and it almost feels like she&amp;#39;s rubbing the fact she has a boyfriend in our faces. Like there has got to be other things to talk about right? Not just complaining and bragging about your relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost blew up the other night when she was texting me when she said &amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s part of my family now&amp;quot; when they&amp;#39;ve only even known each other for five fucking months, and only met in person like twice. I worry about her as much as it pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was also completely shocked when I told her this was annoying me, it&amp;#39;s like even though she&amp;#39;s one of my closest friends, she doesn&amp;#39;t even have a sense of when to stop and change the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be a stupid topic...but I wanted to rant anyway.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:216099</id>
    <author>
      <name>badnewswade</name>
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    <title>Is there anything the shitmunchers WON'T buy?</title>
    <published>2012-01-28T00:51:17Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-28T00:51:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Maybe I should have been a con-man, politician or a bankster. 'Cos looking at the internet and the news, it seems you're all fucking morons who will buy any bucket of shit with a hole in it that the government and its propagandists want to sell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Right wing "new" Labour - morons bought it.&lt;br /&gt;* War in Iraq - morons bought it.&lt;br /&gt;* Hassling immigrants and gypsies - morons bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the big one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Beating the living shit out of poor people while handing BILLIONS to the super-rich... MORONS BOUGHT IT lock, stock and barrel. Seems they don't mind being impoverished as long as some poor family gets made homeless. If nothing else this proves my thesis that BRITISH PEOPLE ARE CUNTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever anyone came along to offer you an alternative - like the old school Lib Dems under Kennedy - well, you didn't like that, did you? Occupy protesters want to blame "capitalism", conspiracies and the banking lizards, but it seems they're just taking advantage. You lot really seem to go around with your trousers down and the words FUCK ME tattooed on your buttocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just wire Cameron all your money directly and cut out the middle man!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:215642</id>
    <author>
      <name>11cort29</name>
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    <lj:poster user="11cort29" userid="41199922"/>
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    <title>unhappy new years</title>
    <published>2011-12-31T20:00:34Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-31T20:00:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">CANNOT believe my boyfriend would seriously want to spend new years eve at his moms house where there is going to be NOTHING happening. I knew that he was going to want to go over there today but I assumed that it would be earlier in the day so that we could just go say hi and get it over with. but no, of course he wants to wait until 11 so we&amp;#39;ll be there when it turns midnight. i&amp;#39;m just like seriously dude??? we talked about this before and said that we wanted to hang out and have a good time with his friends. all we&amp;#39;re going to do at his moms is eat...like oooh wow that&amp;#39;s so awesome! not. i want to drink and just be able to relax and party. we didn&amp;#39;t really get to party for Christmas so now i&amp;#39;m all anxious to do it. even last night one of his friends asked what we were planning on doing today and my boyfriend made it seem like we were going to be hanging out. UGH!!!!! OMG!!! so annoyed!!!&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:214898</id>
    <author>
      <name>marcoxseda</name>
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    <title>rants @ 2011-12-20T17:48:00</title>
    <published>2011-12-21T01:48:59Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-21T01:48:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is it not okay for families to go out and enjoy themselves alone without friends and lovers of family members tagging along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma thinks that just because my boyfriend didn&amp;#39;t invite me to ice skating with his family tonight, that they may be prejudice. Which is totally excluding the fact that they&amp;#39;ve invited me over to dinner and to enjoy the recent holidays with them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while having a friend/lover/spouse whoever of a different ethnicity than one&amp;#39;s self is&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; an indication of one being racist or not, his mom seems to be perfectly fine having to nieces that are mixed and is apparently someone who has instilled some form of gender and ethnic/racial equality in my boyfriend (and certainly more than other people our age generally show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m sorry, but why do I need to be at his side 24/7? Especially when they&amp;#39;re already distant as a family and probably need more time together alone, anyway. And it&amp;#39;s not like any of their friends were invited, or his brother&amp;#39;s girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I wish she&amp;#39;d stop saying these inane things, and I wish they&amp;#39;d stop irritating me every time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;(Why don&amp;#39;t I have an annoyed icon? I need those now, apparently.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:214441</id>
    <author>
      <name>badnewswade</name>
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    <lj:poster user="badnewswade" userid="8680965"/>
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    <title>A bedtime story</title>
    <published>2011-12-11T22:09:06Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-11T22:09:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Front 242 - Headhunter</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The worst plague, worse than just about anything, is stupid people who think they're smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such people have all but destroyed our world. Everything they touch turns to shit - we had one of these people as Chancellor of the Exchequer and he doomed another generation to low paid poverty with his clever-stupid little schemes that didn't work. Then he became prime minister and saved the world for himself, however this failed when it transpired that all that nasty stuff that was hitherto off the books very suddenly went on the books, and we were all fucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they fucked the economy though, the stupid people who think they're clever fucked the environment. One thing they did was to invent clever machines that, they promised, would generate infinite amounts of cheap, clean energy. They knew it was completely safe because they said it was, and, hey, they were really clever so if they said that nothing could go wrong, then obviously nothing CAN go wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result is that every 20 years or so a nuclear power station goes BANG near a populated area and several million people get their DNA rearranged  free and gratis courtesy of the Friendly Atom. Plus, every ten years or so, some tin pot dictator gets himself a nice little pile of atom bombs to play with. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fucked over the economy AND the environment, the stupid people who think they're clever turned their eyes to everyday life. The problem with computers, which until then had been made by people who really WERE clever and not just narcissistic assholes who thought they were, was that they were too simple, too easy to use. Why, any person with sufficient training, could run a large and powerful server of their very own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, they said to themselves. We can't have that. So they invented their own operating system, one that didn't work properly and whose innards made no sense, and named themselves masters of their own domain. Everyone who knew what they were talking about told the stupid people who thought they were clever that they were just really fucking stupid, that nobody in their right mind would want to use an operating system that had barely changed since the '60s, and that people were better off with computers that were easy to use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah-ha", said the stupid people (who thought they were clever). "That's where you're wrong. You see, if we make it really hard for people to use computers again, then eventually the only people who can get jobs in the industry  will be borderline autists like us. Incapable of relating to other people's needs, we'll just arrogantly tell the public that they're too stupid to use computers and that the problem here is simply that machines are always right and people are always wrong. We'll dress this up in clever language and as a result our closed shop will be protected forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they did. Computing became an obscurantist subject once more, impossible for anyone else to break into as the information on how to work them was spread across a billion web pages and thousands of doorstop-thick computer manuals that went out of date almost as soon as they rolled off the presses. People everywhere tried to learn how to use the new operating systems, which didn't work properly and could only be maintained by experts, but found that they couldn't because, far from being logical, their setup made no sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, stupid people who thought they were clever consolidated their grip on Earth. The economy was fucked forever - whoever was in charge, clever idiots would come out of the woodwork and force their moronic, expensive little schemes on the country with the result that the only people with money were a few oligarchs, politicians, and of course the clever idiots themselves. The environment was screwed, as the clever idiots conned people into accepting clever-stupid schemes for "capturing" and "offsetting" pollution rather than just making less of it, schemes which only ever worked on paper - and we were kind of running out of trees anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course technology was constantly breaking down, because the operating systems they were based on were all designed by clever idiots who were so clever they could do really stupid things like write programs with no real operating manual, but at least the clever idiots had a job - fixing the stuff they'd fucked up in the first fucking place!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:214237</id>
    <author>
      <name>starting_now</name>
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    <title>rants @ 2011-11-23T10:35:00</title>
    <published>2011-11-23T17:35:47Z</published>
    <updated>2011-11-23T17:35:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday I ran into a girl at a yoga class, who I used to know from some place personal... all she said pretty much was &amp;quot;Hi&amp;quot; to me, then walked away (yes, I know it could&amp;#39;ve been worse...) But we had somewhat a history together and I found it to be kind of rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m also aware that I didn&amp;#39;t reach out to her more either.&amp;nbsp; Maybe we were both just anxious.&amp;nbsp; But if not-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are so many people mean and aloof?&amp;nbsp; I know, some people just are, and we as people often trigger each other&amp;#39;s insecurities...&amp;nbsp; I don&amp;#39;t believe that anyone who is mean is not insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I most likely made this girl uncomfortable by saying something very honest in front of her once.. but I don&amp;#39;t regret it.&amp;nbsp; The environment in which I did was appropriate and it&amp;#39;s important to me to live my life with honesty.&amp;nbsp; If that made this interaction yesterday more awkward, oh well.&amp;nbsp; But that doesn&amp;#39;t make it any less annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:213634</id>
    <author>
      <name>11cort29</name>
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    <lj:poster user="11cort29" userid="41199922"/>
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    <title>too much brotherly love</title>
    <published>2011-11-12T05:40:53Z</published>
    <updated>2011-11-12T05:40:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i live with my boyfriend of 3 years and his family, we are finally moving into our own place this next week but ever since i&amp;#39;ve lived with him we&amp;#39;ve never been able to just be by ourselves! EVERYDAY his brothers come into our room and 9 times out of 10 they don&amp;#39;t even ask they just walk in and sit down. we have a make-shift lock on our door but don&amp;#39;t leave it locked all the time cuz we&amp;#39;ll go in and out to do w/e but we shouldn&amp;#39;t have to have it locked in order for them to knock! i constantly tell my boyfriend that there&amp;#39;s no reason they need to be in there all the time and he just doesn&amp;#39;t do anything about it. i can&amp;#39;t even change when i want to w/o having to tell them to get out and then they come right back in. when we have friends over they walk in right after them. it shouldn&amp;#39;t have to take us moving out in order for us to just be able to relax and not always have 2 or 3 other people in our room with us. i get so annoyed and have headaches all the time having to deal with there loudness and talking. sometimes they aren&amp;#39;t even doing what we are like if we&amp;#39;re watching a movie they&amp;#39;ll come in there and be playing on their psp or watching youtube videos on their phone. what&amp;#39;s the point?? you can be out in the living room or in your own room doing that. then of course as soon as they leave at night my boyfriend tells me to get undressed and i tell him well why the hell should i now??? i couldn&amp;#39;t 5 minutes ago when i wanted to. so frustrating!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:213174</id>
    <author>
      <name>+Zodiac Twin+</name>
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    <lj:poster user="headless_maids" userid="14667548"/>
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    <title>My Three-Dimensional Rant</title>
    <published>2011-06-28T05:03:10Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-28T05:03:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It is time:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the flying fuck is with this era and the thecnology??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must people think its ok for EVERYTHING to be in 3D???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had the movies in theaters. &lt;br&gt;Ok, some were good in 3D... Most didn't even NEED to be in 3D. It was the same when it wasn't in 3D.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we have the 3D television... &lt;br&gt;Why? Is it necessary? No... No it is not... &lt;br&gt;Plus you had to pay a lot more for the glasses FOR the TV then the TV itself. &lt;br&gt;Money hungry bastards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then up came some portable video games.... &lt;br&gt;Why was this needed? Are the kids not having enough eye problems? &lt;br&gt;It even says that it MAY cause seizures... Oh yes, PLEASE let kids play with this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, they will have a 3D phone!! &lt;br&gt;Why??? Why why why??? Smartphones, flip phones even brick phones are fine they way they are. &lt;br&gt;I'm sure there will be problems with this damn new 3D phone. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm very tired of everything being in 3D. &lt;br&gt;It's getting very annoying and very old. &lt;br&gt;Enough is enough. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just. Stop. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can't we just have life and nature in 3D and leave it at that?&lt;br&gt;I don't think its too much to ask for.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:212200</id>
    <author>
      <name>splashingfish</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="splashingfish" userid="19787770"/>
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    <title>rants @ 2011-04-22T20:48:00</title>
    <published>2011-04-23T00:48:30Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-23T00:48:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Dear world,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want kids. I want to save sex for marriage. I want to stay away from drugs and alcohol, and I want to marry my high school sweetheart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want my dad to walk me down the aisle, and I want to live in a little yellow house with a front porch. I want my kids to have a dog. I want to go to college, and I want my kids to go to college. I want to write for a living. I want to show my kids Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings and Star Wars, and I want to see their faces on Christmas Day when they see the presents from Santa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to teach my kids to make their own choices, like I'm doing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Call me a prude, or a loser, or whatever. I don't care. I'm done caring whether it matters to you or your brother or your cousin. I want to live my own life without your opinion. It's my life, and I'll do what I want with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Posted via &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/iphone/link" target="_blank"&gt;LiveJournal app for iPhone&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:211840</id>
    <author>
      <name>The Tragedian</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="phantomsscholar" userid="25869701"/>
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    <title>I Hate Dorm Life</title>
    <published>2011-04-03T19:33:51Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-03T19:33:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I am woken up at 3;00 AM by people banging and screaming right outside my door.&lt;br /&gt;My window looks out to a basketball court where guys play loudly until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;The girls on the floor know nothing but how to party and drink. &lt;br /&gt;The community bathrooms have nasty stalls and showers that are too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of this hellhole!!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:210713</id>
    <author>
      <name>freed_wings</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="freed_wings" userid="13436427"/>
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    <title>rants @ 2010-12-27T22:41:00</title>
    <published>2010-12-28T03:41:16Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-28T03:41:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Several things, mostly unpopular opinions, rapid fire:&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get into the HP fandom, but I don't love teenage angst Snape.  So sue me. When so many fics go on and on about how misunderstood and sad he was as a child, I want to rip my hair out a little.  Can't we get more of evil spy Snape?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I prefer my porn with one character on bottom.  I know that gives certain people squids of anger.  Guess what?  I prefer “being on bottom” in my own sex life- or the straight woman’s equivalent of.  Some people actually do prefer it one way or another.  My preference of top and bottom in slash pairings in fanfiction is really none of your concern.&lt;br /&gt;Assange.  Great, he put some secret documents on the internet. Awesome. I'm sick of people acting like he's some brilliant, new age martyr for freedom of speech on the internet.  Read up on the details, check out the Pentagon Papers and the New York Times case from 1971.  He isn't the first and he won't be the last. The adulation people have for him leading them to doubt the accusations against him of rape make me make angry faces. &lt;br /&gt;Being a libertarian =/= being a small town racist.  As someone who has danced around libertarian ideals for a while, I would say that the core ideology is mostly that race is clearly an issue in our culture, but the government has tentative control, at best, over large pattern socio-economic trends.  I don't believe this 100%, but it rankles me to here things over simplified.&lt;br /&gt;Most unions have lobbyists.  Not all lobbyists are evil.  Not all lobbyists are paid by big corporations.  We are never, ever going to be able to get rid of them all together so just give. It. A rest.&lt;br /&gt;I am stupidly in love with a man I talk to almost daily about how much he is infatuated with another woman.  I can’t even be angry with her, because she is brilliant, funny, sharp, kind, morally sound, and much prettier than me.  I have to face up to the fact that I am no competition.  &lt;br /&gt;Website that says feminists are trying to “claim” transgender people as part of the movement because they are either biologic women or identify as women: screw you.  That just… what?  No.  This assumes a few things that are very untrue, such as 1) all feminists are women 2) all feminists are embroiled in some sort of scheme to appear tragic, 3) the goal of feminism is to make men look like criminals.  Ah!  Kill it with fire!&lt;br /&gt;Fanficrant community- please stop critiquing one another’s rants.  People just want to vent most of the time.  The fact that something can be argued possible that someone is complaining about becoming the norm doesn’t make them feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, that was a lot.  I have been saving up for a while.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:208925</id>
    <author>
      <name>briansbabe74</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="briansbabe74" userid="8507144"/>
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    <title>rants @ 2010-09-25T12:35:00</title>
    <published>2010-09-25T19:36:23Z</published>
    <updated>2010-09-25T19:36:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate it when I am trying to help out around the house and trying to change and become more of an adult like getting my GED which I started classes to get ready for my test on Tuesday and maybe try to look for a job even if it is a part time job and some people around my age sit around playing videos games instead of helping out more. I am glad I can only control my actions and not others.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:208348</id>
    <author>
      <name>kallisto_nire</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="kallistonire" userid="15011587"/>
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    <title>Dear Boyfriend</title>
    <published>2010-08-08T18:45:15Z</published>
    <updated>2010-08-08T18:59:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FUCK YOU. Alright, I was a bit insensitive before when I was annoyed because I can't see you tomorrow. But there is no need to fucking ignore me because of that when I try to say sorry. I'm SOOOO fucking sorry I want to see you, and it's SO insensitive of me to want to get out this fucking house because, y'know, I don't have a job AND college like some uber special people. You'll have time to sleep over at your BFF's house though won't you? The one who has a thing for you? Heaven forbid something got in the way of that, even stopping yourself from running straight over there after college to spend a few hours in the cinema with me. Yeah, remember those 6 months when YOU were unemployed and YOU were falling to bits over it?! Fuck off to your fucking BFFs house, hope he fucking comes in your hair, you stupid, selfish, emotionally ignorant twat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BTW, "Stop being so negative"?! From YOU?! The most fucking moody, negative, sarcastic person I've ever met?! From the guy who will not change his fucking sleeping habits, and then sulks because he's woken up at 11.30am?! Jesus, 98% of the time I love you so much, but on that 2% I just want to fucking slap you.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:208127</id>
    <author>
      <name>₴ i want to have faith ₴</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="aumbry" userid="25403363"/>
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    <title>Dear Entitled Authors: Fuck You</title>
    <published>2010-07-26T16:33:02Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-26T16:33:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I decided to try my luck over on &lt;a href="http://fanfiction.net" target="_blank" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;FFN&lt;/a&gt;  because it's been awhile since I actually got off of LJ - oh fandom fic  communities, how you've spoiled me so - to read something that wasn't a  published book or, worse, classwork. I got there, read a few pretty  awesome fics, some that were pretty alright, not the best but definitely  worth a look, and some that were pretty awful. I hit up the White  Collar section because it's the newest addition to my addictions and  then I found one fic that was, in my opinion, mediocre. It wasn't  horrible but it definitely wasn't the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the run down: (please note these are my opinoins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writer wrote White Collar 'Spanking' fiction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writer disregarded characterization to further her own plot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writer wrote Peter as a &lt;strong&gt;sadistic&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;abusive&lt;/strong&gt; bastard to further plot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writer wrote Neal as a whiny brat that apparently didn't appreciate anything Moz did to help him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writer continued to disregard characterization to continue the plot down its narrow and winding road.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Story went on for 13 chapters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People reviewed it; most enjoyed it. One notable person did not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writer read their review then decided to debase the reviewer for not giving them candy and Twilight sparkles in their review.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I decided to leave a review.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I don't care who you are, what you've accomplished in fandom, or how many people 'wub' your stories, you do &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; get to demand good reviews just because you wrote something. Furthermore, you're not &lt;em&gt;entitled&lt;/em&gt;  to get good reviews. You're just a fanfiction writer that wrote  something you're proud of and decided to share it with the world. That  doesn't automatically mean that the rest of the world is going to be  just as proud of what you wrote and instantly fawn all over it and you.  I'm sorry, that's not how the real world works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wrote  something you're proud of then kudos and I'm very happy for you. If you  decided to share it with the rest of the world, drop your expectations  at the door and prepare yourself for the universal fact as follows:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not everyone is going to like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There might even be &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flaming_%28Internet%29" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flames&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  involved. However, please know the difference between 'Flaming',  'Neutral dislike', and 'Constructive Criticism'. Just because someone  doesn't like what you've written doesn't automatically make them a  'Flamer' nor does it EVER&amp;nbsp;mean they're wrongwrong&lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; for  disliking your story. It just means that you've suddenly found yourself  confronted with the fact that there's someone out there that didn't like  your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end of the world. Don't treat it like  it is. Also, don't treat the reviewer like an idiot and degrade their  opinion just because they didn't like your story. They have a &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt;  to their opinion just as you've the right not to disregard their  opinion. You do not, however, have the right to tell them they are wrong  for disliking your story. You are not them and therefore have no say in  how they think, act, or feel about something, especially your story.  You are not entitled to &lt;u&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/u&gt; from other people. If they want  to leave a glowing review then that's their right just as it's their  right to leave a not so glowing review.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fandom  does not need you to exist. It will continue whether or not you  contribute to it. It's better for it if you contribute but it won't be  less if you do not. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:207578</id>
    <author>
      <name>Doug's Hellhole</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="bigdoug" userid="801338"/>
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    <title>Sparkly vampire WHAT?</title>
    <published>2010-06-30T22:36:57Z</published>
    <updated>2010-06-30T22:38:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, today premieres yet another movie in that cash cow of a franchise that makes rich fucks wank themselves to death because they know that they can milk the shit out of stupid obsessed teens who have no taste but become obsessed with the most utter garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again we prove that, while women complain that all men care about is hot chicks under 120lbs who have wide hips, narrow waists, and giant boobs, that women can be just as superficial as men. If not more so. Especially teenage and tween girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The popularity of shit like the Jonas Brothers, Justin Beiber, and a while ago, boy bands like iNsink, Backstreet Boys, and 98 Degrees, show that a guy doesn't have to have talent, he doesn't have to have a fucking personality, even, all he has to do is be gay, suck cock, sing romantic shit, and look fucking hot in order for a lot of shallow women to sit there and cream their panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why else to explain the popularity of a certain cash cow movie coming out today that stars a certain sparkly twink of a vampire that sucks more cock than he sucks blood? What's the appeal of this movie? It certainly isn't the acting or the plot. It's because you have big muscular sexy werewolf guys with their shirts off 99% of the fucking time, and a gay vampire who's hot and sexy and mutters romantic shit and cares about FEELINGS and EMOTIONS. That's the only thing the shallow girls care about is if the guys are HOT or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't give me shit that men are shallow pigs while a bunch of women scream over hot guys at Eclipse tonight and argue over which lead male is hotter. Women are just as shallow and petty, if not more so.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:207099</id>
    <author>
      <name>Doug's Hellhole</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="bigdoug" userid="801338"/>
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    <title>You have to make THIS MUCH in order to get unemployment</title>
    <published>2010-06-18T18:43:15Z</published>
    <updated>2010-06-18T18:43:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My job still has me employed, but I'm not getting any hours and I'm not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is, Unemployment would be able to give me money even though I'm not technically unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing is, you have to have a minimum quarterly income in order to get unemployment. In my case, I would have to have been working 35+ hours in order to qualify. I was just working 20-25 hours a week and barely squeezing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand a maximum amount of income, but a minimum? It makes no sense that you'd have to make a certain amount of money in order to get unemployment. You mean welfare has a lower limit? Blasphemy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds like a bunch of government bureaucratic bullshit. No, the government is not fucking over the poor and the lower class, not at all. No, the government isn't sucking the fucking cocks of the middle class, and especially the rich. Naw, the government isn't bending over and taking it up the ass from the richest Americans. In this honest, non-corrupt nation? Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess what Unemployment and the government of Michigan is saying is they'd rather me NOT pay my rent, they'd rather me BECOME homeless, and they'd rather pay money up the fucking wazzoo in homeless shelters and programs WHEN I'M HOMELESS than give me unemployment so I can try to pay rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. The US and state governments are fucked. They're full of bullshit and corruption and cocksucking and they're the only ones to blame for their massive deficits and broken government. As long as we have corrupt and greedy and STUPID people in government doing selfish stupid things we'll have people who are poor and unemployed and homeless.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:206792</id>
    <author>
      <name>Angela</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="happywhatever" userid="28295149"/>
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    <title>[Pants]</title>
    <published>2010-06-15T16:58:35Z</published>
    <updated>2010-06-15T16:59:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to say one thing. Why is it &lt;strong&gt;okay&lt;/strong&gt;  for people to wear pants whose pockets go &lt;em&gt;below&lt;/em&gt; the pants, and  for people to wear pants that go below their pockets?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why even wear pants&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:206096</id>
    <author>
      <name>Doug's Hellhole</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="bigdoug" userid="801338"/>
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    <title>Appetizers as much as meals</title>
    <published>2010-06-12T21:37:41Z</published>
    <updated>2010-06-12T21:37:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I'm reading the menu for the resturant chain I work at (but rarely eat at), and I'm looking at the appetizers. And I notice that most of the appetizers are $7-9, and none are less than $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID ANYONE REMEMBER THE TIME WHEN APPETIZERS WERE ALL FUCKING UNDER FIVE FUCKING DOLLARS????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if these resturants are running out of money in these tough economic times, they should reduce the paychecks of those rich fucks at the top of the management chain.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:205674</id>
    <author>
      <name>jo_chan55</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="jo_chan55" userid="8915687"/>
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    <title>rants @ 2010-06-04T00:42:00</title>
    <published>2010-06-04T04:41:53Z</published>
    <updated>2010-06-04T04:41:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear mom: Fuck you</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:203584</id>
    <author>
      <name>the gothic kitten</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="x_cybergoth_x" userid="13207482"/>
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    <title>Why did I know it would be like this</title>
    <published>2010-04-17T22:07:21Z</published>
    <updated>2010-04-17T22:07:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here I am, sat next to your drunk, passed out, snoring ass in damn hotel room on this visit to see your family in Northern Ireland after hauling our, and our son's asses all the way here from England. Your son will be one tomorrow. I appreciate that we came because he shares a birthday with his great grandma, but I would have far rather had a gathering at home. Why? Because I knew it would be like this. I knew I would be the only one to think of what was best for our son in a room of twenty adults, almost all of whom are parents, admittedly to grown children. I knew that I would be sat in our hotel room after our son went to bed while you would be downstairs or wherever else with your family. You promised me that you would take over and I could go have a drink, you promised me that I would not be parenting our son alone, you promised me you would never get blind drunk on this trip. Yup, you broke all three tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son's FIRST birthday is tomorrow and you will be so ill you will miss half of it, and not enjoy the rest. His FIRST birthday. Your father has organised a lunch at three in the freaking afternoon to celebrate. LUNCH at THREE! Your son eats at midday. No-one bothered to ask me what was best for our son or his routine. Oh no, its only HIS damn day, can't possibly take his needs or routine into account, got to put the adults first. You haven't even written in his damned birthday card, and I cannot go get it to write something on your behalf because its in the car, I don't know where you have stashed the hotel key and I cannot leave because if our son wakes up needing comfort you will sleep through it even though I will only be five minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been left to care for our son for five hours. Alone. Twenty adults and not one bothers to even drop me a call in that time to ask how I am, if me or your son need anything. I am only upstairs but I can do nothing but sit impotently by and wait for you to notice me again as your son is asleep. You didn't come up to read his bedtime story, you didn't even think to check on him. You wouldn't answer your damned phone. And when I call you on the fact you tell me I disgust you and our marriage is over. Your standard line when you are drunk and spiteful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be a holiday, a happy time since our house purchase became final yesterday, our son's first birthday is tomorrow. And I am anything but happy and relaxed. I am so upset I cannot tell you. But I shall rant on LJ, get it off my chest, put on a brave face in the morning and pretend that you didn't make me angry enough to scream, upset enough to have to cry in the bathroom so I didn't wake our son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with you for ten years, I love you very much, but when you get drunk, you are an ass of the highest calibre.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:202451</id>
    <author>
      <name>splashingfish</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="splashingfish" userid="19787770"/>
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    <title>FF.net is Fucked Up</title>
    <published>2010-04-09T22:02:56Z</published>
    <updated>2010-04-09T22:02:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I love FanFiction.net. Feel free to make fun of me for it, but I spend more time on that site than anywhere else. So yes, I'm a FanFiction geek. But here's something that annoys the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(For the record, I know that I'm overreacting a little bit, but I'm having a crappy day.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here's what happened. I was all happy today because I had posted my new story and I was happy all day, and then I got in this huge fight with someone and I was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; upset. So when I get home, checking my email and about to go read some really angsty fics to clear my head, I saw that I had reviews on the new story. So one of them was from a reader of the prequel to this story, which made me cheer up a bit, and the other... Not so much. It was some guy who's penname is &amp;quot;Lord Kelvin&amp;quot; (from here on out referred to as LK) and he went on this long review about how I was lucky to be a part of FF.net where I can make friends and the whole world is sunshine and daisies... except for the fact that the first chapter of my story is a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh... What?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, &lt;em&gt;excuze&lt;/em&gt; me, LK. Who died and made you the fucking president of the fucking site? And the whole time, he's like all formal and crap, like he's the most important thing to ever type the letters &amp;quot;FFN&amp;quot;. At one point, he goes, &amp;quot;Let me direct you to the Community Guidelines.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;Oh yeah, LK? Let me direct you to Hell. Have a nice time.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:201759</id>
    <author>
      <name>Crazy little coffee addict :-D</name>
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    <lj:poster user="luckygohappy115" userid="2325064"/>
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    <title>rants @ 2010-03-26T04:21:00</title>
    <published>2010-03-26T08:21:26Z</published>
    <updated>2010-03-26T08:21:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I posted about my friend before: &lt;a target='_blank' href='http://community.livejournal.com/rants/191079.html'&gt;http://community.livejournal.com/rants/191079.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I just found out she's about to do??? Yeah, her newest asshole boyfriend knocked her up and she's turning to her preferred method of "birth control" yet again. (Although she is trying to hide it from me, but I found out from the person who's going to take her for this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has birth control pills, but claims she "forgets" to take them... then fucking get on the shot or something, or even better yet, STOP WHORING HER LITTLE ASS AROUND!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know how much longer I can even stand to be around her, considering I'm having trouble getting pregnant, and I can't stand watching her do this over and over and over...)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:201590</id>
    <author>
      <name>Doug's Hellhole</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="bigdoug" userid="801338"/>
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    <title>Cuddling and women?</title>
    <published>2010-03-05T20:28:58Z</published>
    <updated>2010-03-05T20:32:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why is it that women assume that men only want one thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women complain all the time about guys not being cuddly enough. Not being intimate, not engaging in foreplay, not being sensual, not wanting to cuddle and snuggle and hug and just be intimate without actual sexual contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, when I try to be huggy and snuggley and cuddly, with no expectation of going further at all, I'm automatically labeled as wanting sex. If I cuddle a woman, I MUST want to fuck her. Because I'm a guy and that's all guys want, is sex. Because I'm a guy, and guys only want sex, and no man on the planet wants to cuddle or hug, if I want to hug a woman I must want to rape her, and if I cuddle a woman I must want to rape her. There's no fucking way I just want to have intimacy and closeness without any expectations of sex. Sure, sex would be nice, but that doesn't mean we'd have to have sex if we just hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the problem is twofold. Women expect their boyfriends to be intimate, but if it's someone they're not dating, it gets uncomfortable. Because of problem number two, which is that women see all men as sex hounds and sexual deviants. If it's the boyfriend, it's okay to cuddle, it's intimate and may lead to other stuff. If it's a non-boyfriend, even if it's a close friend, the woman gets a cold shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of crap I get all the time. If I cuddle a woman, if I hug a woman, if I snuggle, I want sex. Simple as that. The woman sees me as wanting to fuck her and nothing else. I'm just another horny sexual deviant out for pussy. There's no fucking way I could be just a helpless romantic who wants someone to be close to and to hold. I get so many women trying to kick me off like I'm some sex hound off to rape the next virgin it's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I might as well not even try, if every time I try to be huggy and cuddley with people online I get hostility. I'm even afraid to try IRL now... might be accused of rape or something.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:rants:200962</id>
    <author>
      <name>briansbabe74</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="briansbabe74" userid="8507144"/>
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    <title>rants @ 2010-02-22T17:13:00</title>
    <published>2010-02-23T01:13:51Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-23T01:13:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just hate it when people talk while they are getting food. I also hate it when people chew food and gum with there mouth open. I hate it when people snap there gum.</content>
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