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Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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Current mood:  nervous
Category: Life
I will never tell you if you've hurt me in some way, most likely hurting you has proved it. In the back of my mind I remember everything you have ever said or done that has pissed me off in some sort of way, whether it was towards me, my friends, or my family. I remember everything that I have done wrong. I will never tell you the reason why I did what I did, or even apologize. Sorry is not in my vocabulary... because I don't know how to be sorry! It's funny how I expect an apology but cannot give one myself, and when you do apologize I still secretly hate you! I remember in Elementary School.. you were my friend at home but never played with me at school. Sleep overs I loved, then we hated each other the next day. When the asshole neighbor didn't like me you didn't like me. In Middle School, You we're there when my dad died but when I fucked up you dumped me altogether.. the only true friend I actually had (Because I couldn't come up with a reason) You moved away in High School but I never got over it.(Now that I think about it, we we're both crappy friends) Your name I won't disclose, if you're reading you know. It's funny how we made fun of a certain someone for the same things that I have done, and that I still do! You we're another 'friend' that I lost not because of what I did.. but because what you said hurt me to the core. I doubt you even remember what you said to me, but I will hold those words with me like a bullet... We stayed 'friends' but deep down I said things so we wouldn't be 'friends' anymore. I always felt bad for you, did you ever feel bad for me? The things I said to lose you cost me two friends... I guess things happen for a reason! (I hope you do read this!) You were another 'friend' gone wrong... The Mall called, They want their merchandise back. Calling your 'friends' mother a bitch is bad.... I would never have called your mother that, don't call mine that. I guess it was a good thing we were not friends for long.. I'd have more to bitch about! I may not like her, but it is totally different! To you, There are things I will never tell you about; because as they hurt me, they will hurt you... and I can't do that to you. Like me you have been through many of the same things, I identify with you more than any other person I have ever known, yet we are so different in so many ways. I love you. I think you know, but I will never ask. Hopefully you will never question it. And to the one that has never been there... I can only sit and wonder. I will never forgive you for leaving us, I will never forgive for our lives were changed forever. I will never forgive for you leaving, I will never forget you came back, I will never forgive for him. I will never like you, get used to it... It's funny how you bitch about me bitching. You have made it clear you don't have any ties, now I am letting you know how much I despise the asshole that you are. I will never forgive nor forget, for I have never learned how... I wish someone could teach me. Once it begins, it never ends!
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Tuesday, December 02, 2008
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Current mood:  annoyed
Category: Food and Restaurants
I haven't ranted in awhile... so here I go... So Thanksgiving was awesome I spent the day at Brandi's house instead of fighting with my family...
I just have one complaint (of course you didn't think i wasn't going to complain did you?) We couldn't have just taken their land and given them diseases first... no some asshole named Governor William Bradford (Oh yes, I give names when pissed off) thought it would be funny to hunt some big bird, make friends, and have a big feast first (Don't think I'm dissing on anyone I'm both part Native American and my family was one of the first settlers in Maine... so I guess technically pilgrims)...
As much as I enjoy the pumpkin pie and turkey sandwiches the next day... the three days before thanksgiving is hell on earth.. while working in the produce department at Market Basket! Why on earth would anybody shop the day before thanksgiving knowing they aren't going to find what they are looking for.... To the fat gentleman riding the electric scooter with dandruff in your beard(you know who you are... yes you, old man!) NO! we don't have Blue Hubbard Squash, and no we should not shut our grocery store down just because we didn't get shipped something you needed for your lousy turkey dinner! Oh my god! What did you expect? Don't yell at me because some dumb ass in Tewksbury, Massachusetts sent the damn squash to another store! Also take notice that I am trying to work... but that's OK keep pushing your damn grocery cart like I am in the way.. not the opposite! And now to the express lanes... Oh, how I despise the express lanes! (Why do the automated ones in Wal-mart never work?) Are you fucking kidding me? You are going to write a check for $16.42 even? while I wait in line behind you, on my ten minute break, When I still have to pay, get upstairs to the break room, put my sandwich together and then cook and eat it? then look at me like I'm being rude because I haven't eaten all fucking day long (when I think about it I may have been rolling my eyes or said something!) Three days in a row this has happened... it's a goddamn express lane, for Christ sake make it snappy! What happened to cash or a credit? EXPRESS LANE not WRITE A CHECK LANE!!!!..
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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Current mood:  artistic
Category: Music
I remember the day's in my youth when we strolled the halls of BMS 'home of the bulldogs' without a care in the world... Fred Durst made it cool to scream 'nookie' on the top of your lungs even though most of us 7th graders at the time, didn't understand what it meant and the tormentor's of our youth began to wear the backwards red caps, and those Adidas shoes that everybody had to have... oh those were the days. I never liked Limp Bizkit and the pompous front man Durst; for he is the ass of the universe. AlthoughI will give Mr. Three Dollar Bill, Yall this; his taste in signing bands wasn't all that bad... KoRn on the other hand, they were the ones covering the walls of my teenage angst; no red cap, no nookie. Spewing the hatred of the step monster, the molester, and the occasional song about a freak on a leash. The beats of the drums, those seven stringed Ibanez, the occasional bagpipes, and Jonathan Davis's rottweiler scream. Say what you will.. i've heard it all, and if anybody is wondering I believe I now know the meaning of 'nookie'.
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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Monday, September 10, 2007
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Current mood:  bitchy
Category: Life
So as I sit here at my local pizza joint waiting for my chicken Parmesan sub I think of all the company's and wrong numbers I have encountered over these past nine months of this year 2007 and the kick ass events I have been able to take part in...
Now if you call my cell phone looking for Dave, yet I know no Dave and tell you that you have the wrong number... don't call my number again looking for Dave... I don't fucking know him, yet you seem to call me every day insisting on speaking to Dave, every fucking day.....
And hear this sears card. Citi bank people. My name is not daewon sueng or whatever you said it was, I don't have a sears card, if I did I might actually call you back. We're sorry we cant speak to you personally my ass, its simple pick the phone up dial it and talk to me yourself lazy bastards.
if I just canceled my subscription to your cell phone company to switch to verizon then don't bother trying to get me back I canceled your services for a reason... nextel....
If you are sending me a bill for a magazine that I have never seen, I haven't read it, seen it, or wanted it, if its not a music magazine I don't give a shit....
I love cheese but why is it so damn easy to choke on it?? Answer that one cheese man!!!
Enough bitching....this Saturday I attended the seafood festival at Hampton beach... now is it just me or do lobster tails in butter just kick everyone's ass? Although we were rained on the few beautiful hours on the beach we did have were kick ass... love the pirate dude!!!
A few weeks ago I also attended the wings of hope air show at the Pease air force base. Watching F16's do barrel rolls, kicks ass it only makes me prouder to know we can kick other countries asses with our air force pilots and their 3 billion dollar toys...
Well time to get going...
Danielle
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Friday, August 31, 2007
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Current mood:  sleepy
Category: Life
Ok here's the things I hate there is a lot of them so brace your self.... these aren't all of them.
- N*sync
- psycho babble bullshit
- brain tumors
- crazy people
- beef
- white guys who think they are black
- k-mart... they just suck
- money... why cant we just trade seashells like the native Americans did?
- the red sox... sorry Yankees fan here
- Michael vick... anyone that can treat a dog that way should be shot in the freakin head
- Fred Durst... what an a-hole
- Van Halen
- VW bugs
- PT cruisers
- those cars that look like boxes
- Bill O'reilly
- tailgaters
- presidential bumper stickers
- Owen Wilson
- Lindsay Lohans parents... what a bunch of a-holes
- drug dealers
- bugs
- spiders
- cranberries... cranberry juice
- tea
- terrorists
- onions
- peppers
- mountain dew
- Twiggy 'the bitch' Mctwirl
- rappers
- Rosie O'Donnell
- old people
- hospitals
- nursing homes
- cell-phones
- alarm clocks
- blood
- needles
- clowns
- Nancy grace
- Nazi's
- skin heads
- kkk members
- Ron Jeremy... he's gross
- Devil dogs... they're to dry
- people who rub themselves
It's time to go to bed
Danielle
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Friday, August 31, 2007
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Current mood:  sleepy
Category: Life
So everybody knows I complain about everything... my head hurts, my feet are killing me, I think I just drank sour milk, I've got a paper cut. So I got this great idea from Kretchy to give everyone a list of things I enjoy... kind of like Oprah's favorite things show... I've been working on this list all day during work :* so here I go.
- UNH men's hockey
- saying Rammstein with a German accent
- Deutschmacher German Bologna
- meistercheif bologna
- helicopters
- Stuart Townsend's Irish accent
- Ben & Jerry's ice cream
- Tim Daly
- cheese but not bleu that's Grosse
- hallmark gold crown
- air shows at Pease air force base
- the godfather of double base Dave Lombardo
- Pepperidge farm goldfish
- Oprah
- Anderson Cooper
- Kohl's department store
- Michael's craft store
- people with accents... Irish, German, Italian... so sexy
- the marines
- wal-mart
- Maine lobster
- hood's mystic lighthouse mint ice cream
- slayer
- staind
- American history x... everyone should watch this movie minus the sex and death crap
- my leather jacket
- baseball hats
- that guy from sears auto department who used to be a mortician
- Hampton beach seafood festival
- the baseball hall of fame
- Lake Titicaca... who cant tell me they don't smile when hearing that
- ace 'fatty' Mcfadden aka acey doodle
- nexcare active extra cushion band aids
- baby's who aren't mine... they go home at the end of the day
- IBC cream soda and root beer
- pluots...they are a mixture of plums and apricots...yummy good
- lychee nuts... they look like eyeballs
- Kalamazoo, Michigan... that name just kicks ass
- Dr. Suess... no one can top his rhymes
- scrap booking
- 61*
- people who donate blood and organs... here mom have my kidney!
- slip-n-slides specially when people get hurt its hilarious we've all seen afv
- people falling down... Kretchy was right nothing beats people falling or running into things
- books that rock stars write... tommyland, save me from myself, scar tissue
- chicken parmesan calzones
- the beer guys at market basket... pretty funny
- my pal Brandi she's hilarious
- the blue angels
- Roger Maris... anyone who knows baseball knows who he is that damn mark McGwire
- gossip magazines... I'm an addict
- Tom Brady's baby... for weeks I've been asking about him
- kitten's and puppy's
- Alice in wonderland
- Ed Wynn... uncle Alfred in Mary Poppins, the mad hatter in AIW
- Apollo 'the good guy' Ono
- Ferris Buellers' day off
- field of dreams
- ghost hunters
- grey's anatomy
- Emmett Kelly... a Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus clown, also the Brooklyn dodgers mascot in 1956... I hate clowns but I love this one
- Abbott and Costello
- the Kennedy family
Stay tuned for the list of things I can't stand
Danielle
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Sunday, October 08, 2006
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Current mood:  drained
Category: Blogging
so it's october and it's freezing which means hockey season.... yesssss!!! had to make that clear. i wish i was anywhere but new hampshire... october means holloween which means thanksgiving which means christmas and christmas sucks... i hate shopping at christmas time i hate the crazy ass parents trying to get something thats already gone at the last minutes it's just one big nightmare. and so corny rocktober... but i still love cyy because i can. manchester monarchs won their opening game against the worchester sharks in overtime.. kickass. the UNH football team is 5-0 which i think is very good lets hope it stays that way and unfortunatley the yanks are done.. theres always next year.. right?? detroit what the fuck???? October does bring one good thing apple cider... my favorite i wait all year for this shit.. good thing i work at a grocery store. insurance companies suck ass my mothers car was hit like 2 weeks ago and they haven't even come out to see the damage... what the hell... it's all about the money... just caugh it up.. jesus fucking christ... and this turkey pot pie i just ate was shit not veggies and to salty never again......i dont know how turkey pot pies reminded me of my drawings of david silveria the drummer from korn but it did and i'll have to upload them to my pics... ok so i think i'm done but you never know with me... oh yeah.. i have to apologize for calling buddha a fat whore.... so here it is buddha i'm very very very sorry for calling you a fat whore.... actually it was fat cow whore... anyways i'm very sorry..................
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no i mean it i'm sorry..... i love you man!!!!

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Friday, September 01, 2006
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Current mood:  mellow
Category: Blogging
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rantings by danielle (korn, buddha, and banshees) |
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being hit on by 28 year old men online.... ok... come on first of all 33 and a drummer.... hell yeah... inside comment if you dont really know me you wont get that 33 year old drummer thing besides buddha... if you haven't figured out who buddha is yet... new england come on... you know him... at least a few million know him.... yeah still you have to figure it out yourself... no hes not short but he is bald and has a belly... my buddha..... he'll kick your ass all the way back to the jersey turnpike :P where this kid came from.... just a guess... oh by the way did anyone else hear munky and jonathan davis from korn the other day on opie and anthony no sleep and those guys still kick ass... i didn't know rockstars did 8 in the morning or whatever time it was unless your buddha or have a bunch of screaming banshees running around.... oh i mean ummm... kids, and i just bought that flyleaf cd and it's kick ass i'm glad we're finally getting some kick ass chick metal....cant wait for them to come around when family values invades mass. oh and the patriots not so hot tonight cant wait til' opening day at gillette though well anyways enough rambling for now..... have to worry about being ripped into a million pieces and sucked into oblivion this whole end of the world deal has me quiet concerned it must just be me... paranoid.... everyone has there moment... like i need more shit to panic over.... other than Z and Ny and being stuck behind fucking yellow ass school buses when i'm already late for work.... and why cant we fucking not take the bags to put the fruit and veggies in if we aren't going to use them first of all its a waste of plastic second of all it pisses me off.. specially when there are fruit and veggies still in them.......................can you tell i work in the produce section of market basket yet??? |
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Monday, August 14, 2006
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Current mood:  blah
Category: Life
Who Died the Worst Death?
Three men stand before St. Peter awaiting admission into Heaven. However, St. Peter has been informed that Heaven will only admit 33% of applicants today. The admissions standard: Who died the worst death? So, St. Peter takes each of the three men aside in turn and asks them about how they died.
First man: "I'd been suspecting for a long time that my wife was cheating on me. I decided to come home early from work one afternoon and check to see if I could catch her in the act. When I got back to my apartment, I heard the water running. My wife was in the shower. I looked everywhere for the guy, but couldn't find anyone or any trace that he had been there. The last place I looked was out on the balcony.
I found the bastard hanging from the edge, trying to get back in! So I started jumping up and down on his hands, and he yelled, but he didn't fall. So I ran inside and got a hammer, and crushed his fingers with it until he fell twenty-five floors screaming in agony. But the fall didn't kill the asshole. He landed in some bushes! So I dragged the refirgerator from the kitchen (it weighed about a ton), pulled it to the balcony, and hurled it over the edge. It landed right on the guy and killed him. But then I felt so horrible about what I had done, I went back into the bedroom and shot myself."
St. Peter nodded slowly as the man recounted the story. Then, telling the first man to wait, he took the second aside.
Second man: "I lived on the twenty-seventh floor of this apartment building. I had just purchased this book on morning exercises and was practicing them on my balcony, enjoying the sunshine, when I lost my balance and fell off the edge. Luckily, I only fell about two floors before grabbing another balcony and holding on for dear life. I was trying to pull myself up when this guy came running onto what must have been his balcony and started jumping up and down on my hands. I screamed in pain, but he seemed really irate. When he finally stopped, I tried to pull myself up again, but he came out with a hammer and smashed my fingers to a pulp! I fell, and I thought I was dead, but I landed in some bushes. I couldn't believe my second stroke of luck, but it didn't last. The last thing I saw was this enormous refrigerator falling from the building down on top of me and crushing me."
St. Peter comforted the man, who seemed to have several broken bones. Then he told him to wait, and turned to the third man.
Third man: "Picture this. You're hiding, naked, in a refrigerator..."
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