I had a bunch of things I wanted to get off my chest, yeah, this place is called my little Ranty but at the same time, fuck it, that's just what it is, I don't know why have the sudden urge to try and put some meaning behind something that doesn't, it's pretty fucking useless to do it. Maybe I'm feeling a bit more contemplative than usual? Maybe. I'm 34, single, recently single, and I live at home. Yeah, there's a truck load of jokes right there about basement dwellers and everything else that flops around uselessly in society. But, we don't have a basement, and I would love the fuck out of that shit. I mean, why the fuck do basements get so much shit anyways? It's like an entire place to yourself, fuck yeah! You could make that shit into your own little office! which, I'd totally do. Anyways, more on that later, this is one of the rare times where I don't have my head shoved so far up my own ass that I take a little breather ffrom the an...
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