Random Rants XLII: The Four-Part Plan

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Just saw on my local news' website that there was a home invasion in my city of residence last night, and looked up the address on Google Earth -- it was literally only a half mile from my house. :eek: :scared:
 
The weekend ain't here yet.

Yet.

Then again, I don't really look forward to weekends much anymore.
 
Aimee, I really liked the OP. :)

Not having a good week.
 
Rant: The final link in the OP incorrectly links to that... thing... that Warman created.

Recommended Action: Nuke from orbit (It's the only way to be sure), replace with correct link.
 
Whoops, will fix
 
I need a psychologist. Or something. I need someone to whom I can tell everything, to whom I can empty my heart full of doubts.
 
Do you? I think I feel like that from time to time.

Just occasionally I feel like I'm going to burst if I don't tell someone something. Then, because I couldn't possibly afford a psychologist and I wouldn't like to burden somebody who is close to me, I go tell a complete stranger (who I'm never likely to meet again) one or two things.

Sometimes it can help to write things down.
 
That's depression striking. Everybody is of worth. Life itself is, but the thing is everybody has a purpose, each one has something to do, something they can do better than anybody else. Call it fate, call it destiny, call it the will of God, but we are all worth something. You just don't know what is it yet. Nor do I, to be honest, and I doubt that most people ever come to do. But it's all about looking towards the future and carrying on.

Woah, man, what a super-cliched motivational advice I just typed. I don't even have any idea about that fate thing. That's probably fail. If you're annoyed by my lame attempts at cheering you up, just tell me, please, I'd rather not do it again if that's the case. And that goes for everybody reading this.
 
Bloody sectopods. And I had to fight two of them. Now I'm out of Medikits, and the newbie I am grooming to be an Assault is halfway to death.
 
My mother owes me 20 dollars. Anyways at the store. Was a mall, wasnt too busy, she handed me $20 told me to pick up a few things for her while she looked at another store. So I did.

Whoops, turns out after I did that that she decides to inform me that it was the $20 she owed me.

I hate her sometimes.
 
:lol: I can't remember how much money my mother owes me. The sum has gone up to a few hundred euros at times. Now I don't know, I lost track, but most probably between 50 and 100.
 
My mother owes me 20 dollars. Anyways at the store. Was a mall, wasnt too busy, she handed me $20 told me to pick up a few things for her while she looked at another store. So I did.

Whoops, turns out after I did that that she decides to inform me that it was the $20 she owed me.

I hate her sometimes.

I don't mean to seem unsympathetic, but how much do you owe your mother? ;)

(But it sounds like she misled you. I'd feel aggrieved too.)
 
I don't mean to seem unsympathetic, but how much do you owe your mother? ;)

(But it sounds like she misled you. I'd feel aggrieved too.)

She owes her mother nothing. Bearing a child is not a loan contract.
 
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