=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Fuck You -------- It's been quite awhile since someone has managed to push my buttons and fill me with pure rage, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. It happened this morning. I was on the phone with one of my friends, a payphone mind you, in the middle of a fucking tornado. No joke, I could see the funnel cloud. Anyway, there I was, soaking wet, standing in a fucking puddle up to my ankles, and my friend tells me that one of my ex-girlfriends just came in the same chat room. Well, I hadn't talked to her in about a year, so I asked my friend to relay to her the same message I give to all the stupid whores who have fucked me over. I simply told her to fuck off. Instead of trying to explain what was said, I'll just include the transcript. Collision is my friend, Sweet Demon is the whore. Collision: InVerse says to fuck off. Sweet Demon: InVerse?! Where's he at? Collision: I'm on the phone with him. Sweet Demon: Why would you talk to him? Collision: 'Cuz he's my friend. Sweet Demon: How'd he know I was on? Collision: I told him. Sweet Demon: Oh, well did he ever grow up? But then again I guess his message answers that. Did I ever grow up? That's what pushed me over the edge. I was outside in 40 degree weather, being pelted with ice cold rain, yet I could feel my blood begin to boil. The old familiar rage began to rise as my grip tightened around the receiver. I'm completely against violence against women. I've never hit a female and I seriously doubt I ever will, but if she had been within even two hours walking distance, I would have trudged through that fucking storm and beat her fucking brains in with the biggest tree branch I could swing. Anyway, I suppose I should explain *why* that little comment inspired such intense anger, or else this file will be pretty pointless and boring. Whenever we first started going out, I had just broken up with my girlfriend of 9 months. She was having problems with her boyfriend and ended up leaving him for me. (I suppose I should mention that this was an on-line relationship.) Anyway, once we started going out she made me promise over and over again that I wasn't going to get tired of her and dump her. The she was afraid that she might have gotten pregnant before she broke up with her ex. We discussed it and I promised her that if she *was* pregnant, I'd help her raise the baby. I had no job and no money and she was still in high school and living with her parents, so we couldn't exactly be together right then. I made plans to move down to Texas with a friend of mine so I could get a job, save up some money, and then move up to New Jersey with her a few months later. Well, like I said, I didn't have any money, so to pay for my bus ticket to Texas (as well as a plane ticket to NJ so I could go to homecoming with her) I sold my computer, my guitar and a few other items. And what does she do? Go on and on about making me promise that I won't sleep with the girl that I was planning on staying with. Well, it didn't matter, because that plan fell through and I ended up having to move in with my grandmother because my mom kicked me out of the house when she found out about my plan to move to TX. So I joined the Job Corps program. I figured out a plan where I would be able to move out to NJ just in time for her B-day. But when I told her about it, she told me not to bother because she had decided that she didn't love me anymore. (She later admitted to a mutual acquaintance that she didn't want to have to go that long without sex.) So tell me. Who needs to grow up? Me, who gave up everything I had so I could be with her and help her raise a child that wasn't mine? Or her, who was stupid enough to get herself in the position to get pregnant in the first place and then ended a relationship simply because she wasn't going to get laid for a few months. You tell me. I'd like some input from other people to see if my intense hatred is justified, so if you've got any comments, feel free to send 'em my way. -InVerse inverse@atheist.com Btw: I fully intend to kill her at the first convenient opportunity. =) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = Questions, Comments, Bitches, Ideas, Rants, Death Threats, Submissions = = Mail: jericho@dimensional.com (Mail is welcomed) = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = To receive new issues through mail, mail jericho@dimensional.com with = = "subscribe fuck". 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