Friday, August 06, 2004
Exactly. End of. You still owe me $40, ASSFACE.
I wasn't going to respond to the Ranch comments, but I have an hour to kill before I can go to bed. Eric, you are an ass. You were an ass. You will most likely always be an ass. Most of the people with whom you have come into contact agree. I am in no way, shape, or form a perfect person (who is?). All I'm saying is that you are a particularly nasty, grody assface.
A quote from Rancho Relaxo:
Since then, I like to think that I've become a better person, given the lessons I learned from my time with you and the evolution of who I was in the following years. I've latched on to my singing, because it makes people happy. Maybe not many, but the ones that are happy because of that gift are enough. I give of myself through my volunteering in the fire service, ready to jump at the sound of pager tones to help do the job that has to be done. I'm no hero, just one cog in a bigger machine. I do what I can, and that's all I can do.
Yes, you are such a better person than you were when I first met you. *cough, cough* You're still insulting people who you don't really know and you're usually doing it online where they can't hurt you. (Examples: Matt Day and the Rip on Matt Day Month which was discontinued, probably because you received some kind of threats against your wellbeing.)
Random: You claim that you are not a redneck like the other people from central PA. I have news for you. Most rednecks are volunteer firemen. (Sorry guys, but you know it's true.) Volunteer firemen are great. They save lives everyday. When you write on your site: "give of myself", "ready to jump at the sound of pager tones to help do the job that has to be done", Does that not sound self-gratifying, like you're trying to get the point across that you're superior? Even when you say that "you're no hero" there seems to be underlying tones of your fathomed superiority. Anybody who knows you knows what I am trying to convey here.
May I remind you: You are approximately 27 years old. You live at home with your mom and dad no doubt making their lives as miserable as you always have. (Example: Bringing a 17 year old girl from across the state to stay for the weekend at your mom's house. Can you say "illegal"? Or how about "pedophile"?) You have a degree in multimedia and possibly some other computer related fields. However, you choose to work at Electric Avenue and the Rowland Theater instead of pursuing a career where you can put your skills to good use and get paid for doing so.
For somebody who scored a 1600 on his SAT and who is actually very intelligent, you have a miniscule shred of common sense and hardly any social skills.
Yes, my life is good. Reading about your life makes mine seem even better. (I think you used the term "wonderful.") I have left you to your own dealings for quite some time now and you're the same loser now as you were when I dated you at the tender age of 17. I thought that maybe you could change over time, grow more mature, but I found that you are still the same egotistical, narcissistic, ignorant person. (I even loaned you $40 because I actually thought that there was a shred of hope that you had changed and would pay me back. I should have known better when you failed to provide me with the other end of the deal - Ranma 1/2.) Assface.
This was taken from the Guestbook on the Ranch site:
I think Erina wasn't kidding when she said everbody loves you! I don't see how it could be any different at least not from this direction.
Tiffany, which direction were you referring to? You must mean the direction which one acquires when one has his or her head fully inserted within his or her own rectum. No offense to you personally. Maybe you're as naive about Eric as I used to be.
Eric, I hope you enjoyed this spurt of "cockneyed BS" which has emerged from my mind this morning. One more thing before I close: We didn't show up at the Ave. not because we wanted you to have any kind of pleasure from our absence, but because we really didn't want to come out to a show where we knew that you would be acting like your typical assface self. (And since I just read your page yesterday, I see that you would have been an exceptional assface that night because there were people there who you were no-doubt trying to impress.) We just didn't feel like dealing with your bullshit on that particular evening.
Am I angry? Not really. I'm just letting you (and everybody else for that matter) know that you're an assface and you still owe me $40.
A quote from Rancho Relaxo:
Since then, I like to think that I've become a better person, given the lessons I learned from my time with you and the evolution of who I was in the following years. I've latched on to my singing, because it makes people happy. Maybe not many, but the ones that are happy because of that gift are enough. I give of myself through my volunteering in the fire service, ready to jump at the sound of pager tones to help do the job that has to be done. I'm no hero, just one cog in a bigger machine. I do what I can, and that's all I can do.
Yes, you are such a better person than you were when I first met you. *cough, cough* You're still insulting people who you don't really know and you're usually doing it online where they can't hurt you. (Examples: Matt Day and the Rip on Matt Day Month which was discontinued, probably because you received some kind of threats against your wellbeing.)
Random: You claim that you are not a redneck like the other people from central PA. I have news for you. Most rednecks are volunteer firemen. (Sorry guys, but you know it's true.) Volunteer firemen are great. They save lives everyday. When you write on your site: "give of myself", "ready to jump at the sound of pager tones to help do the job that has to be done", Does that not sound self-gratifying, like you're trying to get the point across that you're superior? Even when you say that "you're no hero" there seems to be underlying tones of your fathomed superiority. Anybody who knows you knows what I am trying to convey here.
May I remind you: You are approximately 27 years old. You live at home with your mom and dad no doubt making their lives as miserable as you always have. (Example: Bringing a 17 year old girl from across the state to stay for the weekend at your mom's house. Can you say "illegal"? Or how about "pedophile"?) You have a degree in multimedia and possibly some other computer related fields. However, you choose to work at Electric Avenue and the Rowland Theater instead of pursuing a career where you can put your skills to good use and get paid for doing so.
For somebody who scored a 1600 on his SAT and who is actually very intelligent, you have a miniscule shred of common sense and hardly any social skills.
Yes, my life is good. Reading about your life makes mine seem even better. (I think you used the term "wonderful.") I have left you to your own dealings for quite some time now and you're the same loser now as you were when I dated you at the tender age of 17. I thought that maybe you could change over time, grow more mature, but I found that you are still the same egotistical, narcissistic, ignorant person. (I even loaned you $40 because I actually thought that there was a shred of hope that you had changed and would pay me back. I should have known better when you failed to provide me with the other end of the deal - Ranma 1/2.) Assface.
This was taken from the Guestbook on the Ranch site:
I think Erina wasn't kidding when she said everbody loves you! I don't see how it could be any different at least not from this direction.
Tiffany, which direction were you referring to? You must mean the direction which one acquires when one has his or her head fully inserted within his or her own rectum. No offense to you personally. Maybe you're as naive about Eric as I used to be.
Eric, I hope you enjoyed this spurt of "cockneyed BS" which has emerged from my mind this morning. One more thing before I close: We didn't show up at the Ave. not because we wanted you to have any kind of pleasure from our absence, but because we really didn't want to come out to a show where we knew that you would be acting like your typical assface self. (And since I just read your page yesterday, I see that you would have been an exceptional assface that night because there were people there who you were no-doubt trying to impress.) We just didn't feel like dealing with your bullshit on that particular evening.
Am I angry? Not really. I'm just letting you (and everybody else for that matter) know that you're an assface and you still owe me $40.
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Did you ever notice how some people are the biggest asses in the world, but they think that they're the greatest and that everybody loves them? They also think that they're the most generous, supportive people out there. Assfaces. You know who you are, you just don't want to admit it.
In other news, today is a beautiful day! It is NOT raining!
In other news, today is a beautiful day! It is NOT raining!
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Ed is now home. He's limping around on crutches. He and Nelson are a matching pair!
I've been speaking with Cleveland Clinic of Naples FL. Is there a move in my future?
I've been speaking with Cleveland Clinic of Naples FL. Is there a move in my future?
Monday, July 19, 2004
Big Ern called Mom's house yesterday so I'm assuming that he's semi-alright. Ed should be getting home either today or tomorrow. (Basically after he learns to use his crutches. That should be interesting.)
Many phone calls to make today. Business as usual.
Many phone calls to make today. Business as usual.
Sunday, July 18, 2004
As heard on 93.1's morning radio show, Jonathon & Mary (regarding the latest Mary Kate & Ashley thing): "Too skinny, open the pie hole. Too fat, close the pie hole." Good advice.
Yes, Ed is in Altoona Hospital following his and Big Ern's meeting with a metal light pole and a tree. He's in room #1116. He has a broken leg and some cuts on his face, but he's going to be fine. Big Ern has been moved to Pittsburgh where he was having surgery as of Friday. I don't know which room he's in or what kind of condition he's in.
Suckday, Suckday. It's raining again.
Yes, Ed is in Altoona Hospital following his and Big Ern's meeting with a metal light pole and a tree. He's in room #1116. He has a broken leg and some cuts on his face, but he's going to be fine. Big Ern has been moved to Pittsburgh where he was having surgery as of Friday. I don't know which room he's in or what kind of condition he's in.
Suckday, Suckday. It's raining again.
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Try the new Yahoo Messenger, it's way fun! There are good links on the bottom for music, weather, etc. The best part is that you can make an avatar to display as your image. I like avatars.
Tonight, going to Curwensville Days. Gotta check out the fiddling contest. It's actually pretty good.
The weather is poopy here. It's cold and cloudy. Naples is 92 and partly cloudy right now. It's probably getting ready for the daily 4PM rainstorm there. I miss Florida.
Tonight, going to Curwensville Days. Gotta check out the fiddling contest. It's actually pretty good.
The weather is poopy here. It's cold and cloudy. Naples is 92 and partly cloudy right now. It's probably getting ready for the daily 4PM rainstorm there. I miss Florida.
Thursday, July 08, 2004
Joey and I were married on June 19, 2004. The ceremony took place on Keewaydin Island, Naples, FL. The sun was bright, the waters blue, it was a beautiful setting. The beach was full of seashells, perfect for my passion of collecting shells and sea critters!
The only bad part: The mangroves. The mosquitos which live in the mangroves. Yuck. However, DEET was made for this purpose.
We finally are moved into a new apartment in Clearfield. All of the new furniture has now arrived and we can now work on decorating. Perhaps we'd better work on saving some money first. : )
The only bad part: The mangroves. The mosquitos which live in the mangroves. Yuck. However, DEET was made for this purpose.
We finally are moved into a new apartment in Clearfield. All of the new furniture has now arrived and we can now work on decorating. Perhaps we'd better work on saving some money first. : )
