Julian Rouas Paris - Dealing With An Inveterate Liar
By Jaclene Benshimon: Forever in search of my soulmate, I got shanghaied into working for Julian Rouas. My convoluted adventure with him has come to an end. I couldn't attune myself to his eccentric - if not insane - behavior. I've gotten to a point where I felt deeply polluted by all the "bullshit" I've heard coming out of his mouth. Trying
in vain to come to terms with our incompatibility, I became vitriolic
as he was on the verge of channeling my inner "Linda Blair". I was often engaged in a verbal tennis match with this self-proclaimed tennis champion about personal morality, justice, and conscience. Julian Rouas's slow intellect made it as if I was trying to have an intelligent conversation with King Kong, stupidity is the only option
for him and it is exceeded only by his ignorance. My last attempt to
wise him up was in our way to Vegas, Julian was driving, talking and
wolfing down some nasty junk food. As the tension between us built up,
Julian went off on a psychotic ramp, and with the elasticity of a Jerry Lewis, punctuated his tantrum with occasional burst of ominous farts big enough to toast a crouton. This man is repulsive! It became clear to me that I should put as much distance as I could between me and this low-life. Pweeh!! Spray some perfume, please!! This doesn't
look too good for a so-called perfume designer... what if we get
pulled over? Sadly, Julian Rouas is less about overcoming adversity
than about survival; he will not hesitate a second to stab you in the
back to get what he wants. Disgusted by this sort of "Human Pustule"
that he is, I realized the futility of my mission, and I reasoned it
out: Julian Rouas is a pathetic, small-time thief, his only allegiance
is to his suppurating wallet. That said, he is moving very fast but is
going nowhere. With an acute critical insight and intense scrutiny I found out that he has finagled his signature collection "Swing" out of a French perfume maker. Julian Ruoas came out of the woodwork and doesn't have the mental capability to create a perfume like that in a hundred years. Unfortunately, by now, each perfume is imbued with his
malevolent involvement, who wants such bad energy sprayed on his
body?! Intellectually anorexic, Julian Rouas is stuck between 8 and
10, I saw him put a quarter in a parking meter once and wait for a
gumball to come out. With much fanfare, Julian Rouas fancies himself as a perfume designer, and with his imaginary Marylin Monroe Perfume he hopes to take on a flashy new grandeur. With his scruffy look and shifty eyes, Julian Rouas, doesn't look like a business man, and, technically, he isn't one. He cultivates an aesthetic that is more
grotesque than artful, even when he is at his least schizoid. The
tangible reality is that this perfume will never see the light of day; this is part of his scam to embezzle funds from naïve investors.
That's how it's done on Planet Rouas. Many people got gyped by Julian Rouas already, whatever confluence of ghostly forces compel him to lie, steal, and constantly flip-flopping on his promises, is very hard to comprehend. Loyalty is a one-way-street for this interloper and with blithe cynisism he always manage to get the golden parachute. Do not invest your hard-earned money in his shady company; Julian Rouas will rip you a new one without a shred of remorse!!
This degenerate speck of scum is a maladjusted homosexual with a Napoleon Complex. His power trip and false machismo are testament to his deviant personality. In the illusory state of exorcising his own demons, the deglamorized Julan Rouas is taking a shot at religion, the parameters of which is continually shifting; one day he is a Muslin, the next a Jew. Even the Great Allah was unable to assuage his flabby self-pity and unholy ways. Julian Rouas's soul is so decayed, it is past redemption. Do not believe any of his Booga-booga!! With his dream of becoming a perfume mogul going to shit Juliam Ruoas is coming to grip
with his own existential dilemna. His incandescent perfume scam is dwindling to a tiny speck. Julian Rouas has folded his tent and become an obscene parody of himself as his shady company is in its last throes.
Hasta la vista, baby!

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I figure it's a lot quicker and less complicated to type NORMALLY... Why would someone take so much time to type out crap like that? Why do they purposely screw words up? More idiocy I can't comprehend.

spelling, chat speak, idiocy, other

when are ya'll gonna make top and bottom rockers with a ceter patch

hurry up

Ok here we go! I am a victim of the recession. I have been laid off for about a year now. Unenjoyment is starting to get thin. I have been sending 3-7 resumes a week and have only got 3 calls. I Threw a DVD case across the room out of frustration... It hit the $1100 TV I was renting from a popular rent to own company.So I have to pay for that and another Tv to replace it. My Wife is starting to get pissy about me not working. She doesnt think im really trying to find work. I for once wish I could catch a break. This is getting soooo old. I sometimes think of ways to off myself. But will never actually do it. Its just that sometimes it sounds like more fun than dealing with this shit.

bad years

I think it's completely stupid that those who have served in the military are restricted to only go to a VA hospital. I think anyone who has served for our country should have the right to go anywhere they want to go for free.

Military Healthcare

1. First of all, if he thinks I am sending him these emails on purpose, he is a FUCKING IDIOT. They are in FRENCH for fuck’s sake.
2. Second of all, if he honestly couldn’t figure out that he should filter and trash all unwanted emails that show up in his inbox, again he is a FUCKING IDIOT.
3. If he thinks that I am going to be manipulated into responding with my actual fucking words, and waste any more time, energy, or thoughts on him, he is a FUCKING IDIOT.
4. If I ever receive an email from him whining about these ridiculous spam emails again, he is a FUCKING IDIOT.
5. Deep down, I have always known that HE IS A FUCKING IDIOT.

Break-ups

Because of the Great Recession, I have had to tread into the netherworld of County and State Social Services in order to apply for housing, health and food assistance for my three kids. It sucks. Lots of lines, forms, questions, phone calls, rejections. My question is: why do Social Services agencies seem to be predominantly staffed by overweight black women?

overweight black woman social services

i walk into the house today. the first thing my mother says to me is i "look like a hooker" then its my fault caz im such a bitch that i dont want to talk to her. um excuse me i am finaly starting to like my body are comments such as this really necessary? guess what im not fat like you i dont need to cover everything. and if i really did " look like a hooker" all the people i work with would have said something, so i dont need you!

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