Come whine with me

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I burned my boobie Thursday while getting dinner on the table. I spilled boiling hot corn on it. It hurts. I put ice on it so it didn’t blister, but now I have these red makes that look like the number 16 or 61, depending on what angle you are looking at it from on my boob.

Oh and my other reason for whining, the medication for my treatment didn’t arrive on the 18th when it was supposed to. I called the company that ships it, they said they had a problem getting the insurance company to call back and ok it. I tried to call the insurence company, got a recording saying they were closed due bad weather and won’t open until Monday ! So I called the doctors office and told them what was happening , they called in an order for this to a local pharmacy but, you guessed it, the locals can’t / won’t let me have the meds until they clear with the insurence company.

And the LIONsob brought home another cat. I don’t want another cat. I get along with the old cat. She is 12 years old and knows not to mess with me unless I call her. This idiot cat he brought home is a pain in the ass kitten. He insists on knocking things off tables and shelves . He climbs peoples bodies, this hurts I am not a tree, I have skin that can bleed, not bark like a tree.

And now we have a web-cam. I am not pleased with this, don’t like it and don’t want it on here but have no choice.

So what do you want to whine about ?

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Sorry about your boob, Ayesha. That’s gotta hurt!

And that majorly sucks about the meds. Sucks huge.

Other than the fact that I am broke, I don’t have much to whine about today. But the day is still young. By bedtime, I’m sure I’ll find something. :smiley:

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"My car rattles like an ol’, tin can,
My wife run off with another man,
I sprained a muscle in my fishin’ hand
My income tax is due…

“My doctor told me not to smoke,
Drink nothin’ stronger than a Coke,
I can’t even hear a dirty joke,
Might laugh and strain my heart…”

“My eyes’r gettin’ dim from the strain,
I think my left leg’s a’goin’ lame,
My brother ast me to change my name,
And that’s what I think I’ll do…”

“Now some people call me a pessimist,
They say I gotta get the best of this,
Well maybe I am a pessimist,
That’s something I wouldn’t know…”

“But one thing I do know,I’ll tell ya right now,
I’m milkin’ the wrong end of this here cow,
There’s too many wrinkles in this ol’ brow,
That stuff has got to go…”

“Gonna put me a bar in the back o’ my car and drive myself to drink!”

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Hoping the wounded boob heals quickly.

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whine?
I’m gonna whine cause it’s not Novermber 29th yet.

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[whine] I miss my Chikkiboo! [/whine]
mmm…boobie…

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I am also going to whine because it’s not November 29th. But it will be soon. :slight_smile:

I’m sorry to hear about your woes, Ayesha. My mom’s friend did the same thing once! Heh, guess I should be happy I don’t have to worry about accidentally burning my boob! :wink:

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[whine]

I wanna go back to the doooooooooorm! Right nooooooooooooowwwww!!
WAAAAAAAA!!!

::stomps feet::

I’m gonna hold my breath until I can go back back back!!!

::takes breath::

::turns blue::

::passes out::

[/whine]

Best wishes to the boob. Hopefully we won’t have to band together to attack Byz with them again :smiley:

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Hey, Ayesha,
Can I massage that for you…?

…just doin’ muh job.

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I’m sorry to hear it, Ayesha.

Remember to keep us abreast of the situation.

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I would have to take into account all angles.
If nothing else kisses… to the afflicted area.

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::kisses it and makes it better::

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Ouch, Ayesha, sorry about your boob.

[whine]

But I have TWO big papers due tomorrow, and I’m 3/4 done with both of them, but I don’t WANNA work on them, and it SUCKS!

[/whine]

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I haven’t been sleeping. I’ll go to bed exhausted, and wake up two hours later, never to fall asleep again. As someone who was formerly sleeping 10-12 hours a night until two weeks ago, this is a disturbing turn of events. Because of the lack of good sleep, I have caught one of the worst colds in my life. I have fluids oozing from all kinds of oriphi. And this cold has now moved into my lungs, which is great, as I have a habit of catching Bronchitis at the drop of a hat. An active infection in my lungs should just help THAT a lot. My family, whom I told about the insomnia, is now convinced that I am severely depressed. Which may or may not be true. But I hate the pitying “How are you DOING?” questions from them.

I threw a birthday party for myself last night. Two people came.

I just realised my second earring holes are closing up because I took the studs out a few weeks ago due to the fake diamond falling out of the setting of one of them. I had to shove the studs back into the holes. My ears now hurt.

I was really looking forward to having my birthday dinner in my favorite Indian resturant with my family. But since my mom quit her job, money has been a bit tight. So I found out we’re having dinner at my parents’ house, instead. My mom’s gonna make Indian food for me, which is sweet, and while she is a great cook, she’s not Indian. That sounds so spoiled. I guess I had just been really, REALLY looking forward to the luxury of choosing whatever I wanted when I sat down.

It’s raining outside. There is something comforting about the weather matching your mood.

My heath insurance company is dicking me about, too, Ayesha. The bastards owe me $500. I NEED that money desperately. I’ve decided that I am going to start making calls tomorrow and by the end of the day, I will be getting a check from SOMEBODY.

And, to quote my heroine, Dorothy Parker:

  • The sky’s gone dark
    The moon’s turned black.
    For I loved him,
    And he didn’t love back.*

So as you can see, I have very little patience left over. And I have to go to work tonight. Feh. Ayesha, you want me to scream at your insurance company for you? I can pretend to be your lawyer or something. There’s got to be some law against denying someone medical care. Even if it is by way of acts of God. Feh.

I’m a good whiner. It’s cause my mom’s stepfather is Jewish, so she pretends she is “culturally Jewish.” Which means I know how to whine. ;j I guess I should look on the bright side, I haven’t wounded my boobs in quite some time.

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I am so, so, so broke…

Sorry about the boob, Ayesha!

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Swiddles:

I guess you made that point. Swiddles, poor you. I hope something - anything - improves. Had I been there, I’d have been forced to perform my infamous “Walking potted plant sketch” to cheer you up (or at least make you feel better when you’d kicked me down the stairs), as it is, take an e-hug: {Swiddles}

And Ayesha, I hope the boob improves.

[whine]
ehm - let me think a bit - what can I say - there must be something…
[/whine]

  • damn, Swiddles, you’re a hard act to follow.

I’ll have to stick with small grumble about how a movie I’d been wanting to watch for a long time is on TV tonight. Sure, that’s nothing to grumble about, except for the fact that it’s dubbed in German. Pathetic, I’m sorry.

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Swiddles honey, you win. I feel worse for you than I do for me. I hope things get better soon. Oh and those who didn’t show up for your birthday suck.

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Aye,

So, are you going use the web-cam to show us the afflicted area? :stuck_out_tongue:

I guess Swiddles has made this a “Whine tasting party.” :smiley:

{{{{Ayesha}}}}
{{{{Swiddles}}}}

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I can’t believe I didn’t mention this in my first post, but my high school newspaper column was entitled “White Tasting.” Me whining about the stupid new waterfountains that make the water warm, how annoying freshmen were (that one got me SOOO much shit) and lots of other high school annoyances.

At any rate, work ended up being fun, and there might be a fellow on the horizon. So don’t pity me TOO much. It’ll just encourage me.

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You want some cheese with that whine?
Ayesha: Poor boobie…I mean baby…

All I have to whine about is the fact that I can’t get any overtime, which means Christmas is really gonna suck this year…Bah, humbug, anyway…