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foomanfat wrote:Confession: I'm a closet mallrat.

jfrey wrote:

monkeydancer wrote:

snipelfritz wrote:I also, have a left nut which is lower than the right, but that's consistent and I've never thought it's strange. The curve in my dingus is what I've been concerned about lately.

Now, the reason I came into this thread, which was, if I can remember it, rather than just adding stream-of-consciousness ramblings, oh yeah, soooooooo I started posting in Ultimate-Guitar againINMYDEFENCE it's to focus my compulsive posting on a less important forum so I can focus my significant posts here. Seriously, I have a forum posting problem...I think it has something to do with my current lack of friends, coupled with my current drunkenness. Also, I've made it a point to spread the gospel of noise, shoegaze, and analog pedal snobishness there. ILF has had more of a positive influence on me than any other forum community(and I've actually been a part of quite a few).

Ugh, Ultimate Guitar. Gave up posting on there like a year ago, it's all "how do i get dime/john mayer/bl00z toanz?". I do occasionally look at it when ILF is slow, but I'll just see something stupid and leave. But analogue snobbishness? That's one of my problems with that forum, here people don't spit on anything digital just because.

I post/check ilf all the time because I'm so bored all the time and do nothing.

The only valuable forum area in UG is the guitar technique forum.

jfrey wrote:I once sneezed so hard here at work that my whole body snapped forward and I hit my head on my desk.

alexa. wrote:^that

I just said 'ooooooooouch' when I read it

foomanfat wrote:Confession: I'm a closet mallrat.

wfs1234 wrote:I often send text messages, forget what exactly I said in them, begin worrying that I sent something grossly inappropriate because of predictive text, and then go read my sent messages to see what I actually sent. So far I haven't said anything grossly inappropriate, but it's only a matter of time.

bubstance wrote:I had to talk to me ex-fiancée today and ask for a key back (incidentally, I needed it back to give to the new girlfriend). She decided to strike up a text chat despite the fact that I hate to text. She said shit along the lines of "I don't know where the key is, but I'll try to find it." Later I go to text new girlfriend (she is also a texter) and send a message along the lines of "have a good day at work; love, hugs, kisses, etc." without checking who I sent it to. Turns out I sent it to ex-fiancée instead. Awkward.

Then, fast forward a few hours: ex texts me with "congrats on the new girlfriend", to which I respond with thanks and a wish that her and her new dude are doing well (I hope he finds another girl that isn't a manipulative cunt). She responds with a picture of her new engagement ring.

IT'S BEEN TWO FUCKING MONTHS. SERIOUSLY. WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Chankgeez wrote:

foomanfat wrote:Confession: I'm a closet mallrat.

Better a mallrat than a mall ninja.

http://lonelymachines.org/mall-ninjas/

Grrface wrote:

Chankgeez wrote:

foomanfat wrote:Confession: I'm a closet mallrat.

Better a mallrat than a mall ninja.

http://lonelymachines.org/mall-ninjas/

That was fantastic.

bubstance wrote:I had to talk to me ex-fiancée today and ask for a key back (incidentally, I needed it back to give to the new girlfriend). She decided to strike up a text chat despite the fact that I hate to text. She said shit along the lines of "I don't know where the key is, but I'll try to find it." Later I go to text new girlfriend (she is also a texter) and send a message along the lines of "have a good day at work; love, hugs, kisses, etc." without checking who I sent it to. Turns out I sent it to ex-fiancée instead. Awkward.

Then, fast forward a few hours: ex texts me with "congrats on the new girlfriend", to which I respond with thanks and a wish that her and her new dude are doing well (I hope he finds another girl that isn't a manipulative cunt). She responds with a picture of her new engagement ring.

IT'S BEEN TWO FUCKING MONTHS. SERIOUSLY. WHAT. THE. FUCK.