Post-Dec. 25th wishes...and stuff.
Albeit it a couple of days late: "Hope y'all had a Happy !" to everyone that reads this!
No, really. I wasn't being sarcastic.
Yes, it was an all-encompassing, mouth-twitching attempt at humorous PC'ness but eh... it's half past 7 in the fucking morning, I'm tired, bored out of my head, awake due to damnable insomnia (as usual) and I've had my fucking fill of holier-than-thou "It's 'Merry Christmas', not 'Merry Xmas' or 'happy holidays'!" religiously fanatical, ass-backward fucktards who think 'their way' is the 'only way' and that we'll all go to [Capital H]ell if we don't toe the fucking line.
Fuck. Off.
Twenty-eight words to these people (because four aren't enough to sate my anger and I'm not talking about marinated meat, poultry, or seafood dipped in peanut, dammit!) - even if some of them -don't- read my LJ: "I don't believe [lowercase h]ell exists, stop pushing your religion in my face, now fuck off and die somewhere out of my earshot, please, 'kay, thanks, buh-bye now."
Helluva way to feel barely 32 hours after a day filled with the fun exchanging of gifts, a really enjoyable meal and quiz with the in-laws and some neat-o time spent with own parents, sibling and wife that involved absolutely no arguments or tetchiness, whatsoever. Woo!
My "Christmas" rocked.
All those obnoxious, irritating, childish asshats can go fuck themselves. 17 people shouted at me for not, specifically, wishing them "Merry Christmas". *SEVENTEEN!*. The fuck? Why can't they just accept the good wishes as their meant and just enjoy their freaking holiday/celebration/whatever?
I exhale splenetically at those people!
So! Soddit. I'm gonna go beat some more Defias rogues into small violence-incapable, dismembered smears of crushed bone and torn sinew with my Paladin's shiny, new two-handed War Maul! And I'm going to imagine the rogues are these people that annoy me. Just because I can. Just because it makes me feel better.
...
Fucking wanktards made me rant about Christmas. *mutters* Bastards! *storms off*
No, really. I wasn't being sarcastic.
Yes, it was an all-encompassing, mouth-twitching attempt at humorous PC'ness but eh... it's half past 7 in the fucking morning, I'm tired, bored out of my head, awake due to damnable insomnia (as usual) and I've had my fucking fill of holier-than-thou "It's 'Merry Christmas', not 'Merry Xmas' or 'happy holidays'!" religiously fanatical, ass-backward fucktards who think 'their way' is the 'only way' and that we'll all go to [Capital H]ell if we don't toe the fucking line.
Fuck. Off.
Twenty-eight words to these people (because four aren't enough to sate my anger and I'm not talking about marinated meat, poultry, or seafood dipped in peanut, dammit!) - even if some of them -don't- read my LJ: "I don't believe [lowercase h]ell exists, stop pushing your religion in my face, now fuck off and die somewhere out of my earshot, please, 'kay, thanks, buh-bye now."
Helluva way to feel barely 32 hours after a day filled with the fun exchanging of gifts, a really enjoyable meal and quiz with the in-laws and some neat-o time spent with own parents, sibling and wife that involved absolutely no arguments or tetchiness, whatsoever. Woo!
My "Christmas" rocked.
All those obnoxious, irritating, childish asshats can go fuck themselves. 17 people shouted at me for not, specifically, wishing them "Merry Christmas". *SEVENTEEN!*. The fuck? Why can't they just accept the good wishes as their meant and just enjoy their freaking holiday/celebration/whatever?
I exhale splenetically at those people!
So! Soddit. I'm gonna go beat some more Defias rogues into small violence-incapable, dismembered smears of crushed bone and torn sinew with my Paladin's shiny, new two-handed War Maul! And I'm going to imagine the rogues are these people that annoy me. Just because I can. Just because it makes me feel better.
...
Fucking wanktards made me rant about Christmas. *mutters* Bastards! *storms off*