I keep telling myself that no cheese is worth crying on the toilet.
My dad would say it was the best diet ever: eat whatever you want, with a big glass of milk.
I miss being able to produce lactase 
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I just got rickrolled at a porn site!
I was at redtube and clicked on ‘red-hot redhead performs solo’ and was rickrolled!!
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Ha! 
No, there’s another person I’d inconvenience that way who hasn’t pissed me off. Revenge is best served icy cold. I’m considering bending a vital pin on a connector somewhere when I leave. Somewhere that’s hard to get to and nigh impossible to fix.
Ok, plan two: time restrict said offending items. It’s 12:01, they turn into electronic pumpkins untill 8AM.
I’m sorry, but I laughed at that a little bit. My diet is eat whatever I want, then have some ice cream. :eek:
I caved at Dairy Queen yesterday afternoon. I’m wondering when the fireworks will begin.
I was visiting friends last night and during the kids bedtime ritual I was reminded of perfectparanoia. Their 8 yr old has recently taken on the job of helping her 4 yr old brother brush his teeth. Other than the typical sibling issues they both do a great job which I observed during my “have Auntie M stand around and watch” duties.
Haven’t talked to my dad in almost four years. This hasn’t really been an actively avoiding thing so much as me not seeking it out. I ignored, like, one of his calls, and haven’t made any of my own. I figured that, you know, whenever I was around, he made me feel kinda crappy. I was going to go to Christmas in 2008, after being invited, but he changed his mind and called it off for me and my sister at the last minute.
My dad’s been kind of a jerk. He seemed to prefer his new wife’s kids (grown, close to the same age as my sister and me) to us. I stopped being proactive and initiating contact after he A.) threw a party for his step-son-in-law’s birthday and then claimed, last minute, that it was also for me, and B.) three months later sent me a card for my younger sister’s birthday. With a check. That he then demanded I send back instead of destroy, because, you know, apparently I can’t be trusted to use a shredder. And, growing up, he was a real jerk, to my mom, my sister, and me.
He’s still my dad. And, really, I should let all that shit go. So I called yesterday. Cell phone had a new, generic message, so I figured the number might’ve changed. I called the house phone, then, and left a message saying that I’d been a jackass and wanted to talk and say hi.
No call back. I don’t know if he didn’t get it or if he did and is pissed. And, really, I have no right to expect a call back. We haven’t talked in nearly four years. But it still fucking hurts.
I don’t know if I should call back or let it go. But, like I said, fuck me, it still hurts. I shouldn’t have bothered.
So, did you give them Freezies? If so, they will expect it…
Y’know if you hate kids that much (hmm, did you hate kids when you were one?), why not just talk to them, and tell them not to bug you for Freezies because they will never get them.
But the next time they whine for them, they might get boiling oil poured from the ramparts.
Personally, I’d advise against physically damaging your roommate’s possession.
Also, if you can get at a connector pin to cut it off, you can probably get at a jumper to reconfigure, or a DIP switch to randomize.
I lost my pocket knife. When I took Bill back to the airport, I pulled out of my pocket and tossed it in the cupholder. I thought. I must have missed because its not there. Its not on the floor, or between the seats.
The reason I loved it so much was because it was small and slim and had everything a girl would want. A knife, a fingernail file, scissors and tweezers, all in a very small package. (there was also a toothpick which I never put in my mouth, but came in handy for prying beads off the rug.)
I know that I can get another one, but dangit, I hate losing things. Not to mention that I’m a treehugger, so if I have to buy a new one, that means another one will be manufactured. I’ll do another search tomorrow, when its light.
And, Bill is a butthead. He says that we aren’t officially engaged until we have the engagement photo in the newspapers.
Let it go. Some people were not meant to be parents and trying to get one to be usually ends up badly for the offspring.
Why do people ask this question? It has nothing to do with anything.
I did. Where’s your glib comeback now?
Now she’s taken to kicking me in the bladder (23 weeks today!). I told her father to tell her that’s not OK.
Some used to have a ‘smoker’s package’ you could get extra, but I don’t even know if they do that anymore.
The most minor and first-world of rants, but …
I really needed to replace one of my few pairs of work pants (trousers, non-demin) and happened to find two at a Goodwill (read: cheap as shit! hurray!) that fit much better. I washed and hung them in my closet … next to the slightly-too-short and slightly-too-tight ones. The weather has gotten miraculously cool here (the big ol’ storms went way north of our area - RIP tornado victims) and I was looking forward to wearing my new, better-fitting pants.
Which look exactly like the slightly-too-short and slightly-too-tight ones in the dim early light and the sleepy eyes of morning. So I’m sitting here feeling the waistband dig, and seeing my ankles above my cute lil’ heels because I WORE THE WRONG PAIR and I’m ticked at myself for not just putting away/donating the old pair.
I was looking forward to my nice new pants. 
Me = dumbass.
I know that the restaurants around here will ladle the white sauce.
I know too much white sauce is one of the things that make me sleepy.
I’m currently about 3/4 asleep. Zzzz…
Also, I have these respiratory events which apparently are not allergy-linked but “perhaps a bit of rinitis”, as the allergologist put it, my wide ass. One of the things which cause them is cod; on Saturday I forgot. Spending several minutes busy trying to breathe is Not Fun.
I’m pitting my relationship with food, which between this shit and lactose intolerance is getting more and more complicated all the time. Fuck!
Spaz, three words: Clear Nail Polish
OK, I have to ask. Why are there beads on the rug, why do you have to pry them *off *the rug, and how in Og’s name did they get attached so firmly *to *the rug that you have to pry?
You were officially engaged the moment you both decided you were going to get married and set a date.
My rant today: I stopped to get gas and cash on the way to work today. The debit card worked with the pump to buy the gas, but the ATM kept telling me my transaction couldn’t be processed, so no cash.
Then I got to work and realized I’d left my lunch on the counter at home. Luckily it’s in a zipped cooler bag (with ice packs), so Shiva won’t be able to get at it and the turkey shouldn’t go bad for being out all day. I hope.
And last, everyone seems to have a different end date for my work contract. The contract house has one date, the department in the company which contracted me has a different, earlier, date, and the IT group has an even earlier date on which they plan to cut off all access to everything needed to do my job and get paid for it.
Adding to the confusion is that the product I was hired to help document isn’t due for code freeze until AFTER the end of the contract and my immediate supervisor here is trying to get my (and two other writers’) contract extended. And, oh, yes, there are also several days right before middle end date when I won’t be here because I’m going to visit my folks for their 50th anniversary. I’ll be back on the day the contract is due to end (according to the company holding the contract).
Luckily, we have about 2 weeks to clear that up. Should be boatloads of fun!
But now you get to look forward to wearing them tomorrow!
I need to vent about my brother.
My mom died in November and named me and my brother the co-executors of her estate. My brother is extraordinarily self-centered and has no conscience, and he’s also lazy. I (with my father’s help) have had to take care of every last detail of settling my mother’s estate – he has done fuck-all.
This weekend, my realtor called me to say she had a great offer on my mother’s condo that we’re trying to sell. She emailed both me and my brother the papers to accept the bid, with the notice that we needed to return the signed documents to her by 5 pm on Saturday. I did so.
My brother’s phone was off all day Saturday, and he didn’t respond to repeated voicemails and emails from me and various other members of my family. I was able to reach him yesterday morning (his phone was back on and I woke him up), and I stressed to him that he needed to sign those papers and fax/email them to the realtor AS SOON AS FUCKING POSSIBLE and copy me on the email or text me when it’s been faxed.
Today at noon, I still hadn’t heard from him, so I texted him and asked him if he had done it yet. He replied once saying “not yet” then a few minutes later with “sent.” THANK FUCKING GOD, I thought.
15 minutes ago, I got an email from the realtor saying she hasn’t gotten anything from my brother. So I call him, reach him, ask him what’s up, and he says he must have used the wrong fax number. I read off the proper fax number and ask him to fax that document ASAP. “I’ll do it tomorrow,” he says. Why not tonight? “Well, I have band practice tonight.”
JESUS FUCK. I say, “You need to do it now, as in, this afternoon. You could cost us the sale, so don’t fuck this up, do you understand?”
He mumbles yes and I hang up. I never use profanity with him IRL, and I’m a little delirious with frustration and anger right now, so I’m sorry if this is loony, but I’m hoping that deploying the word “fuck” has impressed upon him how grave this matter is. :smack:
I am so angry. Worthless piece of shit that he is, he’s so fucking self-centered that he won’t get off his ass and act even when it’s in his own self-interest, if he has other interests that appeal to him more. BAND PRACTICE versus walking down the street to a Kinko’s to settle a real estate deal that will net him $70,000+.