Bad A*s Poets Talking S**t Forum VENT

I hate that we possibly are f*****g up earth so it prolly will JUST rain, or there will be NO rain. were stupid for no good reason, I hate that.

i kinda like target. ok, that's a lie. i love target. but i could do without walmart.

i hate people that yell at me for stuff they KNOW isn't my fault just because i stand at a desk in an accessible area. no, i didn't park in all the spots in the parking lot just so you had to park in the back, and yes, of course, i will do something about it for you because YOU of all people DESERVE to park in front. ummm?

i think i just hate most people.

I can't stand f*****g credit reports, not of myself but my brother...

He might have to drop outta college because experian won't update is report to show all accounts are cleared..

Somebody needs to blow experian the f**k up!!!!!!!!!!


I'm sure I'm not the only one that hates credit reports

I hate it when life doesn't go your way. I really hate it when you're tired but no matter what you do you can't fall asleep. I hate men who try too hard. I also really dislike pretty boys. Take your coiffed hair and chisled abs and highlights somewhere else. It make me want to vomit just a bit. I hate not feeling well and being sick. I hate it when people try to make jokes to make you feel better when really punching them in the face might make you feel better instead.

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Aww man I'm from the south and I'm a teenager.. Don't hate me to much please


I HATE F*****G HYPOCRITES AND PEOPLE WHO DON'T TELL THE TRUTH AND HOW THE FEEL BECAUSE THEY ARE TO F*****G SCARED

I HATE NASCAR AND REPUBLICANS.

I HATE GEORGE H.W. BUSH AND HIS IGNORANT SON

I HATE PEOPLE WHO CAN'T USE A F*****G VOTING MACHINE

I HATE WAL-MART PERIOD

I HATE THE FACT THE WAL-MART HAS CHEAP F*****G PRICES, SO I HAVE TO END UP GOING THERE

I HATE ANYONE THAT DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE PUBLISHED AND WASTES THEIR OPPORTUNITY

I HATE POETRY.COM

I CAN'T STAND THE FACT THAT OUR WORLD DOESN'T REALIZE, THAT SOME OLD PEOPLE JUST DON'T NEED TO BE BEHIND THE WHEEL OF A VEHICLE.."SORRY GRANNY"

I HATE GETTING UP AT 5 AM JUST TO GO HUNTING FOR A DAMN DEER, WHY CAN'T THEY COME AROUND NOON OR SOMETHING

I HATE CELEBRITIES AND SPORTS STARS WHO RETIRE THEN MAGICALLY F*****G REAPPEAR

I HATE THE NEW YORK F*****G YANKEES (GO TIGERS)

I HATE SOCCER, BECAUSE I CAN'T UNDERSTAND THE DAMN GAME (IT'S MY FAULT I KNOW

I HATE GOLF ANNOUNCERS.. (SOCCER ANNOUNCERS, TAKE THEIR SPOTS)

I HATE THE PUBLIC SCHOOL SYSTEM. GIVE US A CHOICE SO WE CAN GET RID OF SOME OF THE TRASH THAT GO THERE

I HATE FAT PEOPLE WHO WERE SKIN TIGHT S**T!!!!

I HATE SKINNY PEOPLE WHO WERE FAT PEOPLE CLOTHES

I HATE SHAQUILLE O'NEAL

I HATE THE WOMAN WHO ACCUSED KOBE

I HATE F*****G TABLOIDS

I HATE CHILD MOLESTERS AND FIRMLY BELIEVE THAT EVERYONE CONVICTED OF THE CRIME SHOULD HAVE A 24 INCH ROD SHOVED UP THEIR A*S FOREVER

I HATE THAT THE SADDAM HUSSEIN TRIAL IS TAKING SO F*****G LONG, BRING HIM TO TEXAS DAMNIT

I HATE F*****G HURRICANES

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST:

I HATE WITH A TERRIBLE PASSION, THE FACT THAT IF YOU LIVE IN THE WOODS YOU HAVE TO SETTLE WITH DIAL UP OR $90 A MONTH SATELLITE, SO I GUESS YOU COULD SAY

I HATE F*****G DIAL UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alright I'm through,Next!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Darling, I know your a teenager so I'll go lightly on you. Why do you think the Saddam Hussein trial is going too long? What would you do in Texas? Kill him without a trial? String 'im up and lynch 'im? The trial is a joke anyway but come on, no matter what he did he's still a human. (And remember everything you've heard that he did was fed to you through the media, ie The Man. You only know what they want you to know.)

You hate things you don't understand? Give soccer a chance. It's a purer sport than football and baseball because it's not all commercialized yet. Plus, you should check out Rugby and Australian Rules Rugby. Both excellent and exciting to watch. No time outs in some countries (that includes times when players are hurt, they just cart them off the field during play).

I agree about hating the Yankees. I'm a Mets girl myself.

And I hate when people type in ALL CAPS. It's too f*****g hard to read.

Anyway, all of this was said with BAPTS love.

BARE WITH ME....I REALLY REALLY NEEDED THIS VENT TODAY...if you take the time to read this, god bless you.

I f*****g hate my husband's exwife, her f*****g husband and the god damn state of ohio.

Friday, my husband went to pick up my stepkids, which - if you are keeping track, it's a 2 hour drive there and back to get them. When he picked them up, my stepson immediately complained he wasn't feeling well, that he had a bad stomach pain and felt hot....well, in the 2 hour ride, it got worse. I was working late and my husband called me and we looked up on web md, and decided it could likely be his appendix, so I told him to take him to the ER and not to bother to come home.

I got to the ER around 7:30pm Friday and he was in his ER room waiting to be seen. I had found out at that point he had had the pain since earlier that afternoon, and infact told his mom and stepdad and they just said "oh it's fine, it's probably just a stomach cramp" and upon his ER admittance, he had a fever.

So another hour went by, and through waiting and taking blood and inserting an IV in his arm, they determined he needed a CT scan to determine appendicitis. Well, in the meantime my husband's c**t of an exwife called our ER department and went off on the nurses and doctor questioning why they were testing this and that and he was fine and bla bla - causing all kinds of problems, stating that Tyler (mystepson) wasn't my husbands biological son and she had custody and would call the courts and bs if they didn't do what she wanted and ran everything through her. So, of course, Tyler, who is 11 yrs old and already emotionally fucked up from all the bs with his parents and his stepdad anyway, is all freaked out, crying. Then he had to go to the scan, and since I had one before, and my husband was dealing with the phone call bs I went with him to do the scan. Which then she finds out and says I have no rights and bla bla, that his dad should be there (his dad who she just said wasn't his dad if you are keeping track). So then I wasn't allowed to do anything else...another hour goes by and they determine his appendix does need to come out, so they arrange for a surgeon to do an immediate surgery....(and btw - i have had all 8 of my surgeries at this hospital, one of the best in 3 states)...so as they are getting ready to move him to surgery, she calls YET AGAIN and threatens that the hosptial is to NOT do surgery on HER son b/c #1 she had physical custody and #2 there is no school program with that hospital b/c it's out of state. SO, the f*****g c**t a*s b***h makes this hospital hunt down an emergency ambulance, which of course takes another HOUR, then transport him to their city, Findlay, OH - which is 2 hours away, and track down a surgeon in their hospital to do the surgery. AT this point the f*****g ER doctor came in and told my husband he did not agree with it, and they had 20 minutes to come to an agreement or he would get a court order to take custody of Tyler away from both parents and do the surgery there. So, of course, as always, we had to agree to move him, even at our own argument, and make it very clear he was being moved b/c of his mother, not us or the hospital, to remove any liability. So, around midnight he was moved from our city to Findlay. Keep in mind, that Tyler, my husband and I, my two stepdaughters and my 3 yr old had all been up since 6 Friday, an in the ER for 5 hours now. My mom had to drive an hour to come get Claudea, and I had to drive my stepdaughters behind the ambulance two hours to Findlay. So, around 2:30am we got to that hospital, had to wait another hour to admit him. then another 1-1/2 hours of antibotics and around 4:30 he was taken to pre-op, another 2 hours and then the surgery at around 6:30am....approximately 8 hours after they originally determined the problem. Then, the actual surgery took only 15 minutes....nice eh? My f*****g stepson had to wait almost 12 hours from when it should've been done in the first place.

Then - once we got to the hospital in Findlay, it was about 2 steps down from our hospital. The next 24 hours we had no sleep, were not offered any type of chairs or anything to sit on, yet my husband's ex was nice and comfy in a recliner with pillow and blanket and since she only lived 2 blocks away, her husband took my stepdaughters home and got 10 hours of sleep. We spent all day in the hosptial with Tyler, and in fact took the girls out and killed time with them so they weren't bored, paid for their food....etc., while she went home and showered, took naps, talked on the phone all day, and drama after drama...i could go on...and when it was all said and done, not a thank you or offering of help or anything....48 hours after we picked him up he was on his way home.

Now, what kind of mother does that to her son? Just so she isn't inconvenienced in anyway by having to drive 2 hours out of HER way? What kind of mother puts her son's health and emotional state in jeopardy so she only has to drive two blocks and what kind of mother sends her son to a 3rd rate hospital instead of leaving him in the care of more qualified doctors, not to mention, what kind of mother decides that spending an extra (at least) $3000 in healthcare will benefit her son, only to be proven wrong 24 hours later when he is sent home?

GOD i f*****g hate her.
Thank God my stepson is okay.
Our f*****g lawyer got an earful today.
Sorry, I just had to vent.

I hate working for rich people.

I hate the fact that I work my a*s of every day and do the work of four people for the pay of less than one.

I hate that I can barely buy food to feed my kids, but my boss pulls out of the parking lot in his $90,000 car to drive to his private jet, that takes him to the Bahamas to his beach house. That of course is paid for with my blood, sweat and tears.

I hate that I'm $200 in the hole every month just trying to pay my bills and my boss has box seats to college football games that cost him $20,000 for the season.

I hate that I asked for a raise and got 23 cents an hour. After taxes, works out to about 27 dollars a weeks.

I hate the narrow minded, redneck, clan lovin' people I'm surrounded by in this s****y city.

I hate that I pay a s**t load of rent for my aprartment but can't get a f*****g thing fixed when it breaks.

I hate not having the time or energy to write every day because I left my brain at work.

I hate the F*****G legal system, it doesn't work (most of the time).

I hate the idea that poor, innocent people can't afford good legal representation but rich, guilty people can.

I hate the idea of dying before I get published.

I hate the realization that I kept telling my boss that my "cubicle" was too small and an accident was bound to happen! Then f**k if it didn't and now I have to have surgery on my arm and I've been on pain pills for three months (not that I'm complaining about that part).

I HATE MY F*****G, F*****G, CUBICLE!!!!!!!!!!

I hate George Bush and his stupid a*s brother Jeb who's the Governor of the state I live in.

I hate the narrow minded, puritanical society that tries to tell those of us who live outside of the box to get the f**k out of this country if we don't like it. I grew up in another country that provides medical care for every citizen that the state pays for and here I see people dying on the streets because they can't afford a doctor.

I hate a lot of s**t today so I'm gonna go take one of my pain pills and crash.

Thanks for the vent.

I hate frozen hamburgers, and having to grill the mother fuckers for ten people and then pretending they're better then McDonalds, they just aren't.

I hate that the number of this group fluxuates so much because people are down one minute and scared the next

I hate not being published

I hate that I have to take heat for saying what I believe and not backing down

I hate that it reflects on BAPTS

I hate that the biggest forum in our group is about hate

I hate people who don't dress up on Halloween, its fun fuckers, play along

I hate that my kids gets are getting older by the day, and that I still honestly think that I'm sixteen

I hate that junk food now perpetually hurts my molars everytime I try to pig out on sweets

I hate ...... So many things....

I hate feeling vulnerable. I hate that my mom chooses her religion over me and practically disown me for falling in love. I hate that she and any one in my family only call when they need something done. I hate feeling guilty for not wanting to help them. I hate feeling guilty for not speaking to my dad before he died. I hate that he never tried to get to know me. I hate that I have nightmares about my family and still can be afarid of my mom's temper. I hate that for years, like Leah, I was a caregiver, and now I'm told it's my fault the family split, because I was the first to move out at 26. I hate organized religion. I hate meat and cheese, and certain berrires...and milk. But love ice cream, don't ask. I hate the fact my mom is not and will never be proud of me. Nothing I do is right. She feels my poetry is a waste of time, and I need to focus on God again. I hate mornings. I hate politics. I hate that I could relate to almost all the things you all hate. I hate surprises. I hate a dirty house or clothes. I hate having a period. I hate that I feel alone in the world, because no one understands me. I hate that my bf is gone for the next few days, and I am alone. I hate people who are ungrateful. I hate being lied to. I hate confrontations. I hate that I have memories of sexual abuse and it effects my trust with men and my dealings. I hate that my daughter died and I could not save her. I hate her father even more. I hated high school. I hate friends who only want to talk about themselves. I hate the cold. I hate people who talk fast and think slow. I hate that I have a heart problem that can kill me at any given time. I hate having a f*****g pacemaker...can't go to the airport without a scene happening. I hate surgeries. I hate medicience. I hate express lines that are full. I hate it when a food chain f**k up my order. I hate gaining weight and no longer being a size 5. I hate that I'm short. I hate bloody movies. I hate bluegrass. I hate gulf. I hate writer's block. I hate moving all the time. I hate tour groups in musems. I hate road trips. What I hate the most is I hate me most of the time....I'm done.

I HATE F****N' SPIDERS!!!!

AHHH! SO MUCH!lol

I would be so glad if they made 'spider huntin' a sport.

I would get out there with the rest of my comrades, dressed to the 'T' in our all black suits, looking badass and s**t, with a rifle thrown over my shoulders, and two pistols in the holsters and blow those mothers away!lol

Haha! ok, so now as you can see i'm a little insane. Oh well.

Take care badasses.

I hate when people throw away books. I hate eating. I hate when people steal from you and you know it and they know you know, it's a crazy circle. I hate cell phones. I hate having to move every few months. I hate being upset all the time. I hate that Bush broke up. I hate too high expectations. I hate never growing up in the eyes of my family, I'll always be a white-blonde seven year old who has cute catch phrases and no substance. I hate having to drink Pepsi when I really want a smoke and some vodka. I hate having to hide that I'm not perfect. I hate new twists on all ready wonderful things, like making TV shows into movies or the new natural 7-Up. I hate when I have no other choice but to be dishonest. I hate people who think a dog barking is funny, do you know these people?

Yay for vents.

I hate when people stereotype me with other teenagers..

I hate people who whine and moan and complain and take suicide as a way out..

I hate f*****g K-Mart...

I hate traffic jams

I hate food at schools and the fact we can't go get any, anywhere else.

I hate dial up internet.

hatin on babies mama again V -

last night...

well, let me rephrase....

because the b***h and her f****r husband have caused us to go thru this nasty custody suit, our "visitation" has been in writing, and this weekend we were suppose to get my steplings at 9:30 today (saturday) b/c of a soccer game for one of them...well....as i'm driving 2 hours west to go to a bday party for my aunts daughter (my aunt who is over 50 and has 9 year old....now THERE is a story)....having to ride in the car with my O2 breathing, non stop talking mother who constantly tries to parent my daughter.....and the phone rings and its the ex trying to find my husband....(who of course I knew was at the Legion with "Jim") .....and says, "um, where are you guys" - long story short, she just assumed we would be there friday night, not remembering it was HER that put it in writing for us to get them on saturday...last time we saw them for the appendix fiasco and she claims she told my husband that we could get them friday....a great excuse i suppose - given that we were on 48 hours of no sleep....so being the f*****g martar i am - i track down the husband, call back the ex and work it all out to get them last night....then of course on my way home at 10pm the hubby calls and says "i'm sick"....uh huh, whatever....so then, I had to drive home, then turnaround and drive an hour an half from my mom's - although the b***h actually met me half way this time - to get the kids at 11:30pm last night, then drive home and get up to be here at 6 today....

f*****g b***h....

why you ask? so that SHE could go to the OSU game today.

then, i'm getting out of the car and she goes, "oh, if i would've known it was you picking them up I'd a told him to just wait till today...."'

yah, whatever psycho b***h

Man... I think I really hate that b***h (mentioned above)...I'm up here plotting her demise..reminds me that I have this story...I need to finish about a mother that reminds me of her. Most of all my villians..are mothers...I don't know why maybe I got evil inside...C Lee, I hope you get to stick it to her one day... one day soon.

i f*****g HATE blame pushers...all week long i've been getting the brunt of the trickle down blame theory. it's an inside joke in our office. my boss, who is like my dad favors me over everyone....b/c i work every day of the week here, literally, i have multiple jobs....so when the lady i work with gets a lecture, or messes something up, it's ALWAYS someone elses fault...she has no f*****g spine whatsoever and cries about everything. she tries to blame me or someone in our shop or whoever...i hate it.

i however, am a good manipulator/talker, so no matter if it's my fault nor not, i can always spin it. i'm the speak my mind kind, so i don't take s**t from anyone i work with, plus i do payroll, so u don't want to piss me off.

i hate when people think they have to be easier on teenagers, just because they think we "can't take it". grow a pair - the people, not the teens. i'd be willing to bank on the idea that 9 out of 10 teens have seen more than your wise-a*s. raise your hand if you've submersed yourself in a 3rd world country for a life of poverty for a summer, to LEARN about life. they just need to stop f****n' sterotyping us. it's bull.

i hate when people change, and morph, and hurt those around them, just because they get to scared to cary out with commitment.

i hate when i pour my soul into my art, put money into what i've done, fight and win a battle with myself about letting other people see it, then share it with my community, (a community of people who know pip the girl, but not pip the artist) in a competition to show who can portray their art in the most moving of ways.... and receive no recognition what-so-ever.

i hate that people are one of my favorite things in this world.... and one of the things i despise te most, as wel.

i hate my f*****g coworker JLO blame pusher extraordinaire, my f*****g boss who thinks he is god in carnate but can't live without me, & i hate saran wrap.

You go! It's fucked I feel better working out of town, sleeping in a f*****g hotel room, than being in the office.

I hate everytime i tried to type something here
1. my browser crashes
2. I get into a long a*s rant (see 1)
3. I somehow press the back button
4. I somehow press on one fo these damn ads
5. my computer crashes

I think I love computers more than people but I hate that I cant get any of those damn laptop working..I think I need to start selling s**t on Ebay...I got too many f*****g parts I can't use. It's sad when the easiest thing to fix is the AC jack.
I hate that almsot everyday I apply to some job that I know I will hate and I still don't get it esp when they are asking for some high schooler or something like that or worse some data entry job and they say that I don't count because it's not on my resume but I can damn never use all that simple a*s software...of course I can i sit here on the computer all damn day..i just wish I got paid to do it.

I co-sign hating blamers...I think I live with a few from time to time, even when I f**k up I admit to that...sure I fucked up my whole life..I should have just gotten knocked up and skipped college because all those people I know got jobs...and I'm still just a bum.