I have no filter
You know that filter between your brain and your mouth? The one that stops you from saying stuff that probably shouldn't be said or that you'll say it at a better time and place. Yeah................mine must be defective or something, cause it ain't working how it should. This last weekend I had a bit of a runin with it.
*UPDATE 9/26/05* Due to the request of the person(s) mentioned, this part of the blog has been removed. If at any time in my blog and I reference you and you feel offended or a problem arrises because of the reference, please notify me immediately so I can take down whatever is offensive. Thanks.
However, that's the problem. If the thought comes across my mind, I have no problem saying something. This can be a good thing, sometimes. Sometimes people are so fucking scared to say "I don't like that" or something else that it goes unsaid and more conflict is creating. I look at that and say "Fuck, I'm going to say it and I don't give a shit what you think." Now there is fault in that statement because there is a lack of sensitivity for the other person. However, I am a firm believer that honesty is the best policy. Still, my mouth can get me into a lot of trouble, kinda with Danny's mom that one night..........oops, wrong story. Anyways, I tend to say what I feel and not process it if I'm in somewhat of an enraged state. Half of the time I don't mean it, truely I don't. Although it sounds like it, I say truely that I am trying to curb it a bit. So for all those I have offended at one point or another, I am sorry. However if you deserved it, and you know who you are, then fuck you.
So what happened? I was reprimanded by my RD. She gave a whole speech to the group, but I know it was pointed at me. It was obvious. Yes, I got in trouble, again. Hopefully next time, it won't happen. I thought I would share this shortcumming for shits and giggles. Nothing else has really happened, but hopefully this weekend will be exciting enough that I'll have some crazy hook-up, drunken story to tell. Until next time, ciao.
*UPDATE 9/26/05* Due to the request of the person(s) mentioned, this part of the blog has been removed. If at any time in my blog and I reference you and you feel offended or a problem arrises because of the reference, please notify me immediately so I can take down whatever is offensive. Thanks.
However, that's the problem. If the thought comes across my mind, I have no problem saying something. This can be a good thing, sometimes. Sometimes people are so fucking scared to say "I don't like that" or something else that it goes unsaid and more conflict is creating. I look at that and say "Fuck, I'm going to say it and I don't give a shit what you think." Now there is fault in that statement because there is a lack of sensitivity for the other person. However, I am a firm believer that honesty is the best policy. Still, my mouth can get me into a lot of trouble, kinda with Danny's mom that one night..........oops, wrong story. Anyways, I tend to say what I feel and not process it if I'm in somewhat of an enraged state. Half of the time I don't mean it, truely I don't. Although it sounds like it, I say truely that I am trying to curb it a bit. So for all those I have offended at one point or another, I am sorry. However if you deserved it, and you know who you are, then fuck you.
So what happened? I was reprimanded by my RD. She gave a whole speech to the group, but I know it was pointed at me. It was obvious. Yes, I got in trouble, again. Hopefully next time, it won't happen. I thought I would share this shortcumming for shits and giggles. Nothing else has really happened, but hopefully this weekend will be exciting enough that I'll have some crazy hook-up, drunken story to tell. Until next time, ciao.
posted by Joe at 1:18 AM
9 Comments:
Sounds like that other RA needs to grow a pair and man up. What kind of woman is sensitive to being called a "bad RA"? Especially if it is done in jest. There is no room for unnecesary sensitivty in the RA business. It is a rough, cut-throat industry, and should be recognized as such by anyone involved. Joe, retract any apologies you have given to this FAG.
You should just post a story every now and then that is completely made up. Just to throw us off a little.
Comments:
1. I agree. This alleged "sensitive" male RA needs to sack up. You should go up to him, and be like "Goddammit, I'm Joe Divitis, I'm a member of Lambda Lambda Lambda (or whatever you call your little frat club), I'm a damn good RA, and I call 'um like I see 'um. You sir, are a bad RA." Then stand by it. No apologies necessary. Period.
2. This is the single most bland topic that has ever been posted on any blog. ever. The most dramatic moment was when bitch-RA got his feelings hurt. Translation: not too climatic. Would it kill you to spice it up a little. Even if you have to lie. We wouldn't know the difference. I expect a new/better post soon.
Until then, I leave you with a joke.
--- A man walks into a Cadillac dealership. The salesman asks him, "are you thinking of buying a Cadillac?" "No," replies the man, "I'm buying a Cadillac. I'm thinking of pussy."
WHOA WHOA, hold on here,I did not bitch and moan and I am not a FAG as one of your homophobic (and therefore GAY) friends put it Joe. I am a damn fine RA and I did my duty by walking to the room and asking that drunk kid at the door if there was any alcohol in the room. When he said no, I believed him. So next time you call me a "bad RA" it's on. Oh, it'll be on. Now excuse me, I can't bend over all the way over and touch my toes while I'm typing.
-that One RA that now hates you
Screw you Joe and your defective filter. Where was this filter when you and I were together? I'll tell you that honesty is not always the best policy. That time when we just finished having sex and you couldn't just keep it to yourself for like 10 mins for me to leave, but you had to tell me you've had better and that my breasts are too small. I still can't beleive you told me that you had better sex with a plastic vagina. I was so embarassed i didn't know what to say. Damn you Joe DeVitis and your skinny weiner.
Joe some dialogue from Seinfeld will be best for this situation:
The scene you are looking for is when George is trying to decide what to do about two women he likes with help from Kramer and Jerry.
George: "Help me guys, I don't know what to do."
Kramer: "Just listen to your little man inside, he always knows."
George: "That is no good, my little man is an idiot!"
Always look to Seinfeld for guidance
ass
Joe,
A real man would have slapped that RD in the face and walked out with a smile on his face. Instead, you're getting all sensitive like that vagina you owned in the first place. Of course, you did get out of line. As I understand from my two semesters spent under the beautiful LA sun, an RA can only search the visible contents of the room being invaded. I think I am justified in my assumption that the students either had no alcohol, or they hid it in a secure location (fridge, desk drawer, etc.). Therefore, if my knowledge of RA limitations is correct, your fellow RAs had no way of catching those freshmen with alcohol. Furthermore, seeing the aforementioned freshmen climb through a window is no grounds for unleashing a P-Safe frenzy in their room for a full-blown search.
On a lighter note, I look forward to your next post. May I suggest you delve into the incident with Danny's mother, as it sounds like it was quite the experience.
Your best bud,
Morgan
How about a new post, huh?
It's been too long.
Lazy bastard.
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