Come bitch with me....

The BBQ Pit
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Hey! I’ve got a red scarf I haven’t worn in years. It’s a winter scarf, though, not the silky kind (she didn’t specify). It’s kind of thin but fuzzy, with fringe on the ends. About, I don’t know, 3 feet long? Not huge, but enough to go around the neck. I’d gladly send it to her; it’s in my bedroom closet.

Oh, right, bitching. I’m sick. Again. I’ve been sick off and on for 4-5 weeks. It’s not quite bad enough to leave work (although I felt like refried crap when I got up this morning), but bad enough that I don’t want to be here.

Hm. I guess that’s it really. Except that I neglected to mail my sister a card for her birthday (we don’t actually correspond much, but I try to do the birthday thing), and I feel like a :wally

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Hmm . . . I was also inspired, albeit in a different fashion.

Come bitch with me!
Together we will rant
And by God, yes, today, will we be heard!
You and I will see our anger end
if our rants doth healing send.

Be a pit thread
in the darkness
for the flaming
lights the Straight Dope up!

Come bitch with me
Put your cockwrench in mine
For today is the day when we will flame!You and I will flame those peckerheads,
then retreat to take our meds.

Be a pit thread
in the darkness
for the flaming
lights the Straight Dope up!

Come bitch with me!
“My life sucks!” Mine does too!
Now I’ll tell you all about its sucking!
Why I said to him, “Go fly a kite!”
come now, share how your life bites!

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Oh, these cramps fucking SUCK!!! And there is NO MIDOL OR CHOCOLATE in the house. FUUUUUUCK!!!

Ooooh…it hurts so bad…

I was supposed to meet with my advisor today, to help me fill out the rest of my graduation form. Dr. Brett told me to come to his office at 1:30. I came, I waited forty goddamn minutes-he never showed up!!! ARGH!!! And I can’t ask him on Friday because we’re on fall break! Grrr…I am so going to GUILT TRIP him on Tuesday!

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Update: the scarf situation has been taken care of, but many thanks to you kind souls for offering. God bless you, one and all.

Secondly, I took my two exams today. But first I stayed up until 3AM studying (when I really needed to sleep), overslept for my first class - the one I actually enjoy, and we were discussing “My Antonia” by Willa Cather, which is one of my favorite books. But I made it to school in time to barely pass (fingers crossed - I did better than expected, but not good by any means) my Physical Geography midterm. I used my break to get some lunch and bought an alien lollypop for the aforementioned guy. I ate and studied for my second exam, went to class, and promptly clashed with my guy. We were just on different tracks or something. It was ugly. And then I got out of class early, and waited for him because we usually do that, and then we went to our next class for the exam. He finished like three minutes before me, looked back, and I whispered, “Almost done!” And he didn’t wait for me! We always wait for each other! We park near each other every day! My pride hurts! It’s cringing in shame!

ARGH! I was so pissed!

Oh, and on the way to my second exam, I ran into the professor of the class I slept through. Made for an uncomfortable elevator ride, especially since I was angry at Mark for insulting my intelligence because I saw some cute creatures with bills and webbed feet a mile away from our location and called them “ducks” when they were actually “geese.” I’m sorry I grew up in the city, for the love of pete! Okay, I’m not up on my farm animal identification. Jeez Louise.

Thank god I don’t have to work or go to class tomorrow. I think I’m just going to take my Ollie Dog for a long, peaceful hike and realign myself with nature. Bring some bread crumbs and try to properly ID some feathered amphibians or something.

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um, i’ll try to bitch here…

first, i wasted 50,000 fucking dollars (my parents’, the government’s, and my own money) to go to a goddamn art school run by people with barely any experience themselves, and with perfect fucking timing… in this recession, the computer animation industry isn’t looking for people, they’re getting rid of people! so i’m in debt, and have no hope of getting a job.

my computer is (has been) on the fritz: my zip drive has been fucked (increasing pressure on me during my recent final quarter in college) for three months, and my CD burner is starting to give me problems, so how the fuck can i back up my “important” files? well, who the shit cares anymore? not me!

after i graduated from college, i have moved back in with my parents. now, i only get to see my girlfriend all of once a week for about five or six hours. it’s four hours on the road total to see her, and it’s really tough, since while we were in college, i could be with her all i wanted, and in that time, we’ve grown quite addicted to one another. i’m going through withdrawal, man? i got the shakes real bad, and i can’t sleep at night, especially since i have to sleep alone…

oh, yeah, and i need a haircut, too.

wow, that was fun! but i still don’t feel any better. thanks for hearing me out, though…

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and this goddamn fly won’t leave me alone!!!

'right, i’m done now.

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  • I think a have a disease called Fibro Myalgia which makes me constantly tired and in pain

  • I have no friends

  • I can’t go to school because it’s too painful

  • I can’t concentrate on anything

  • I feel pain in just walking

  • I have to go to doctors offices every other day, take weird tests, yesterday I had an EEG and I take a ton of medicine.

  • I have violent mood swings to I destroy alot of keyboards and get angry, sad, calm, angry, sleepy, sad, angry.

The upside? I know almost everything about computer hardware, I can build webpages, I can type 106 wpm, and I play alot of games.

Shit, my life sucks.

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oh, yeah, i forgot, i CAN’T play games! my system can’t seem to allow AGP texturing, even after i went to drastic measures and flashed the BIOS!

but still, damn. i’m sorry to hear that. your life does suck.

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One good thing and one bad thing happening tommorow,

Im getting a new medicine thats supposed to help alot.
It takes several years to be effective :(.

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My go, for what it’s worth.

-It’s been so long since anyone has touched me in any sort of way, never mind theraputically, it’s pathetic. And I’m very tactile, so to me, this is like denying water to a desert straggler. Really. It’s almost too painful to bear.

-My skin is breaking out almost as badly as it did during my cycstic-acne hell teens. Apparently TWO ROUNDS of Accutane and various other treatments to the tune of thousands of dollars have barely made a dent. I’m beginning to suspect I have Rosacea and everything in sight seems to spark it off. sigh Can I just have a new face, please?

-I’ve been totally bazoony insane over a friend I’ve had since 1998. He’s all I could ask for in a partner - smart, secure, literate, funny, an audiophile, longhaired, and gorgeous. No one else I’ve met has inspired these feelings of desire and longing in me. However, he clearly does not find me romantically/physically attractive in any way, shape or fashion. Also, he lives 3500 miles away and always will. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

-Even though she trusts me, my boss won’t let me work in her store alone. She’s having to semi-retire from a mostly one-person operation for 13 years, and she just can’t bring herself to delegate authority and let go because my predecessor took advantage of the situation. Therefore, the shop is open maybe twice a month and our customers are going nuts. I’m not my predecessor, ok? I don’t think I’m the bomb just because I have a key to the place. Shit, I’d be delighted to work for twice as long for half the money if I could just GET THE FUCKING STORE OPEN! It breaks my heart to think of how much business we’re losing to the highway robbers up the street.

And last, my dad has been battling Stage IV kidney cancer (that has metasticized to his spine and lungs) with so-so success since last March. Yesterday we found out that it’s also spread to his brain. He’ll get radiation treatments for it, but he’s pretty convinced that, with the speed that this stuff is spreading, he’s maybe got six to nine months left. He’s only 59 and is the main driving force of my life. I can’t even begin to imagine this world without him.

Well, there. Not only do I not really feel any better, but I’ve probably brought a lot of good Dopers reading this down too. Yes, yes, I’m fucking off now. :frowning: