My Arch-nemesisI lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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Me. Me. Me.My arch-nemesis is me. I swear, it must be. I have never feared or hated anyone as much as I fear and hate myself.
I think it's the side of me that wants everything to be perfect. If it doesn't, well, I hate myself. A lot. I mean, Flying Spaghetti Monster forbid that I can't do some Physics homework (which is fucking difficult, really) or that my circuit board isn't perfect or I'm not good at some game or my picture isn't very good or whatever. I end up tearing myself, and my plastic, imaginary version of myself, to pieces.
Luckily I have my as-mentioned-above plastic, imaginary version of myself (a plastic dinosaur with articulated arms and legs, which I decided to call LK) which I can throw around if I particularly hate myself. That poor thing deserves a break.
(, Sun 2 May 2010, 10:51, 1 reply)
I wonder if it works backwards.Give the dinosaur a bubble bath and some chocolate! Then pat him on the head and say, "yay! You're ace."
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vix0r was not Matthew on, Sun 2 May 2010, 22:58,
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