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Time for another Team Fortress 2 rant….

WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!  You disgustingly creepy bogans will NEVER get a girlfriend when you sound like that.  You say you’re married; a pretend marriage to the pyro DOES NOT COUNT as having a wife.

You can request I get back in the kitchen, demand I make you a sandwich, call me Justin Beiber and question why my balls haven’t dropped all you like – I will still kick your ass, and I’ll look over 9000 times (sorry, had to) better doing it.

No matter what server I went on tonight it was filled with drunken perverts, and no, I’m not going to turn my microphone off and be supressed like they want me to.  I’m better than that and I refuse to tolerate male dominance.  I quite simply take it in my stride and hand it back to them when I’m sitting on top of the score board, laughing.

I was in the top 3 on every server, and they simply couldn’t deal with being beat by a girl.

My conversation with one friend was as follows:

Me:  “Ha, I’m beating you.”
Friend:  “Yeah, you were camping on the cart.”
Me:  “Your score is so bad I can’t even SEE you on the scoreboard.”
Friend:  “THAT’S BECAUSE I WAS PLAYING ENGIE!”
Me:  “Excuses; you can’t take being beat by a girl!”

He was silent after that.  Surprise, surprise – he’s from the clan of notorious trolls that I recently left after getting sick of morons.  I won’t mention who they are because there are people in there I like, but I’m sure you can guess.  This ‘friend’ is the sort of gamer who’s hard to beat, doesn’t like to lose and reacts immaturely to both.  He knows who he is.

GROW UP!

I don’t hate all guys either – just most of you.

I’m not being biased towards one sex, girls suck in game too.  In Team Fortress 2 the majority of them are the kind of girls with high-pitched, nasally voices, IQ’s no bigger than their shoe size who play nothing but medic for hours on end without improvement because they have no lives and they’re only playing for the attention of lonely little boys on the other end of the internet.

Sexism has been weaved into our society so intimately that it’s camouflaged and accepted unconditionally by men and women alike.  For the past few months I have been stomping on it so hardcore, whether it be my family or friends.  I shall continue to do so.

/RANT.

To my close male and female friends:  I love you.  Don’t change.  You know who you are.

<3 DarkSlinky (unless you SUCK).

It’s 9am.  I actually got a good night’s sleep last night.  I woke up at one point and had trouble getting back to sleep, but I got there, which I was very happy about.  I was rather looking forward to actually getting a decent 8 hours sleep.

Of course, this didn’t happen.  Half an hour ago my mother burst into my room, yelling and screaming about how I had to get up “RIGHT NOW.”  I thought there was an emergency or someone had died or something tragic.  This is how the conversation went.

Jayne:  “What’s happened??”
Mum:  “Your brother and the phone company are on the phone and want to speak to you NOW.”
Jayne:  “Wait, what? What’s the time?”
Mum:  “LATE! 8:30!”
Jayne:  “How is that late?”
Mum:  “They thought you would be up at 6am looking for a job!” <Still yelling>

I think to myself, “What the hell? What do you mean THEY thought I would be up at 6am looking for a job?  Nowhere is even open until 9am or 10am,” but of course I didn’t say it for fear she’d fly into a rage.  The conversation continued.

Jayne:  “Okay, I’m getting up.”
Mum:  “Right NOW!”
Jayne:  “Yes, right now.” <As I’m getting up>
Mum:  “Hurry! Get up NOW!”

I’m just thinking, “Go awaaay.”

She continued to yell at me as I got out of bed and went up the stairs.  I didn’t have time to stretch and my muscles were still killing me from dancing the other night, so I was half limping, half asleep and very grumpy.

I got on the phone and tried my best to sound lively.  My brother and the lady on the other end greet me cheerfully and apologise for waking me up.  I tell them it’s okay.  I’m just glad to hear the voices of people who don’t want to rip my head off.

In the background mum continues to yell; something about young people mooching off their parents and how terrible it is.  I wasn’t listening.

Right now she’s either upstairs stomping around or outside my room banging things to keep me awake.  Seriously, you’d think she was a 5 year old sibling.

I feel the desperate urge to escape and cry my heart out, but I’m just so tired.  Thank goodness I made plans to go away this weekend or I’d go insane.  When she demands I do things, it doesn’t matter how I’m feeling or what I’m doing, I’m expected to drop everything and serve her, and you know what?  I do.  A lot of people tell me to stand up for myself, etc. but it just doesn’t work that way.  She’s the mother and I’ve been raised to think that the parents are always right, even when they’re wrong.

My Dad is more humble.  He’s not too proud to admit when he’s wrong, and neither am I.

Moral of the story is:  Respect your children and they will respect you.  I give in to my mother’s demands, but I hate it.  When I have children, if I ask them to do something, I want them to do it because they want to and not because they feel forced to (when they are adults, I mean).  Don’t take your anger out on them just because they’re there.

Now it’s nearly 10am and I’m hungry and very sleepy.

I’m going to think about whether I should eat breakfast or go back to bed for a while.

<3 DarkSlinky.