Amusing myself (and a rant...again)
May. 23rd, 2007 06:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saitainaWhile I was sitting here, trying to come up with ideas for this weeks icons, I decided to head into my magic time machine and glance at some of the very first icons and graphics I made.
Here to amuse myself (and you if you're bored) are four of my first graphics, along with four of my most recent.
Hehe, maybe I can finally start thinking I've improved *goes back to trying to think up an idea*
Edit to Rant:
WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO MOVE YOUR SHIT, MUM?!
Honestly, it's not MY wood the code efforcer picked on, it's YOURS (I didn't want the wood, I wanted my room done professionally, not with..that crap), so why, on gods green earth when I'm sick, tired and basically NOT IN A MOOD TO DO YOUR SHIT, would I move your wood?
We had a contract when I moved back home, I pay you shiny monies for you cleaning, cooking and doing other things I detest. This included moving wood bigger then my head.
You don't help me when I need to move my shit (like my freakishly heavy desk or bookshelf), in fact, you wouldn't even share your BED with me when mine broke until I could fix it (which is how I ended up sleeping on the floor, still do in fact because I decided to just not deal with it).
Really, one night in your bed you couldn't spare, but you expect me to use my already damaged back (it's been damaged since I was a child, in case you can't rememeber, my spine is curved wrong and thus CONSTANTLY HURTS, isn't helped by this damn chair) to help you move a shit load of crap wood I have nothing to do with.
Oh yes, I'm sure it would be nice and that, but apparently you missed the memo where I'm not nice, I don't give a damn and I rather like doing things for myself and only myself. We'll excuse the fact I give you money above and beyond rent damn near every month to bail your ass out.
And now, because you're pissed that I said no to helping you move the wood, you're going to be a bitch and take away the ONE thing I get to enjoy with you, which is watchin the HP movies.
Thanks, thanks a whole fucking lot for taking away the one thing I look forward to. It's like fucking canceling my birthday...oh wait, you've already done that too.
*growls and throws things in a childish temper tantrum*
Here to amuse myself (and you if you're bored) are four of my first graphics, along with four of my most recent.
Hehe, maybe I can finally start thinking I've improved *goes back to trying to think up an idea*
Edit to Rant:
WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO MOVE YOUR SHIT, MUM?!
Honestly, it's not MY wood the code efforcer picked on, it's YOURS (I didn't want the wood, I wanted my room done professionally, not with..that crap), so why, on gods green earth when I'm sick, tired and basically NOT IN A MOOD TO DO YOUR SHIT, would I move your wood?
We had a contract when I moved back home, I pay you shiny monies for you cleaning, cooking and doing other things I detest. This included moving wood bigger then my head.
You don't help me when I need to move my shit (like my freakishly heavy desk or bookshelf), in fact, you wouldn't even share your BED with me when mine broke until I could fix it (which is how I ended up sleeping on the floor, still do in fact because I decided to just not deal with it).
Really, one night in your bed you couldn't spare, but you expect me to use my already damaged back (it's been damaged since I was a child, in case you can't rememeber, my spine is curved wrong and thus CONSTANTLY HURTS, isn't helped by this damn chair) to help you move a shit load of crap wood I have nothing to do with.
Oh yes, I'm sure it would be nice and that, but apparently you missed the memo where I'm not nice, I don't give a damn and I rather like doing things for myself and only myself. We'll excuse the fact I give you money above and beyond rent damn near every month to bail your ass out.
And now, because you're pissed that I said no to helping you move the wood, you're going to be a bitch and take away the ONE thing I get to enjoy with you, which is watchin the HP movies.
Thanks, thanks a whole fucking lot for taking away the one thing I look forward to. It's like fucking canceling my birthday...oh wait, you've already done that too.
*growls and throws things in a childish temper tantrum*
