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 Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 7:31 am
Ms Clarice Ferguson I am so sick of receiving abuse from users in my inbox because of the "offers." Gaia does NOT handle problems or customer service on them. That's why when you click on "status" on the offers page, it tells you what to do to report a problem. Yell at me all you want, call me whatever you want, I.. CAN'T.... HELP.... YOU. Most of the issues are from people who do like.. a ton of the "free offers" all with the same information. Hate to break it to you, but they are only going to pay off on one of those if they are similar. For example, if I do "which burger do you like best" with my gmail address and then go and do "which soda do you like best" with that same email and info, they are only going to pay off on the first. You know why? The whole point of the "free offers" is to capture your information. If they've already captured your info, they don't need it again. They need lots of unique info so they can sell it to companies and whatnot. You got free cash for the first offers, so STFU about it. Then there are the paid/cellphone offers which to me, are really bad. Why in the hell would you sign up for something that bills your cell 9.99 a month that you have to then go try to CANCEL? Why go out of your way to subscribe to a service from a company you've never heard of? Not to mention that it's a service you'll never use and that you'd never ever subscribe to on your own. Why do these people PAY for the opportunity to get something "free". s**t, if you have 10.00 and you want to lose it that bad, just buy cash directly from Gaia through the site. Now all of you a*****e get the ******** out of my inbox when I tell you that Gaia doesn't handle CS on the offers and how to report it. Didn't like their response? Not my problem. scream talk2hand
eek You see I never really understand yelling. A nice little explanation would be nice ninja (Sometimes I have a hard time holding back what I have to say to pricks/rude people w/ controling issues.)
I hate it when people are pricks or yell at you for things you can't control. I'm still trying to figure out the useless link to get ride of my notice that leads me no where. I kind of just ignore it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 6:40 am
ninja Hard to find, ain't I?
*Poof*
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 11:58 pm
Mr Theodore Altman ninja Hard to find, ain't I?
*Poof*
WOMAN! scream heart
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 9:48 am
Well this just sucks. My off line friend count has dropped to zero. Grant it not that we are not friends. just not going to see them for some time.
1) Jeff, my friend who is helping me make a comic, is stuck in Mississippi at his mom's place. Because He was moving out of his brothers apartmant for his own place. But something happen while they where in the proses of moving, where he wouldn't get his new apartment. Won't see him for a few months now.
2) Ben, recently got a DWI, luckily there was not accident, just pulled over. and he is part of the Army, so he is now under house arrest. I just hope he is not going to be dishonorably discharged for this.
So that it, had to friend, not I got zip.
Damn I need to get in control of my life and make more friends, I'm so sick of not having social life.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 3:29 pm
I spent most of my day moving furniture....
Rest is a good fantasy right now...
*goes off to play sandbox with a four year old.*
gonk crying
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 3:32 pm
Miguel OHara Captain Hal Jordan *crosses fingers and sacrfices virgins to the dark god*
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 11:57 pm
I'm super. Thanks for asking. If I dropped dead tomorrow, I think two people would care. One of them lives with me and one of them gave birth to me.
This Gallbladder/ovarian issue has really taken my already small friendlist and made it almost non-existent.
[/random rant]
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 12:16 am
Ms Clarice Ferguson I'm super. Thanks for asking. If I dropped dead tomorrow, I think two people would care. One of them lives with me and one of them gave birth to me. This Gallbladder/ovarian issue has really taken my already small friendlist and made it almost non-existent. [/random rant]
I have slimb friends where I live as well. Life gets better and goes up. remember that love is what matters not many people without love who manipulate. wink
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 2:09 am
My job is so ******** unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the ******** stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big ******** dog to work. Every ******** day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single ******** day.
Anways, I drive these ******** around in my van and we solve mysteries and s**t.
wink
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 4:21 am
Back from my hiatus.
In case anyone cares, I was exploring the fandom possibilities of LJ.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 7:28 am
[Gothic_Lolita] My job is so ******** unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the ******** stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big ******** dog to work. Every ******** day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single ******** day.
Anways, I drive these ******** around in my van and we solve mysteries and s**t.
wink .......................OH........MY........GAWD!.. LOLITA IS A BOY! (think about it) lol
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 7:29 am
Laurel Gand Back from my hiatus. In case anyone cares, I was exploring the fandom possibilities of LJ. LJ? Live Journal?
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 7:47 am
Zachary T Paleozogt Laurel Gand Back from my hiatus. In case anyone cares, I was exploring the fandom possibilities of LJ. LJ? Live Journal? Yeah.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 7:49 am
[Gothic_Lolita] My job is so ******** unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the ******** stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big ******** dog to work. Every ******** day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single ******** day.
Anways, I drive these ******** around in my van and we solve mysteries and s**t.
wink They should make a cartoon out of it. xd
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 9:20 am
Laurel Gand Zachary T Paleozogt Laurel Gand Back from my hiatus. In case anyone cares, I was exploring the fandom possibilities of LJ. LJ? Live Journal? Yeah. I see. I had forgotten about that. Seeing as now a days all I hear about is Face book and twitter.
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