- beeeeep *
One hour, 40 minutes to get home last night.
Two hours to get to work this morning.
I have a headache.
- beeeep *
gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
God damn speaker systems on the tube! Why do you give the drivers the ability to set the volume? That’s the only reason I can think of for why - on about half your trains - your speakers try to burst my goddamn eardrums. Shut the fuck up! I turn my music off and put my hands over my ears and they still fucking hurt because of how loud your system is! And then you just won’t shut up! I know the doors are closing, dammit, they fucking beep! Just shut up and drive the train already, or better yet, TURN THE SPEAKERS DOWN.
I have a low-grade fever and generally feel like crap. In addition, I’m on my period, which makes me have to crap like six times a day. Just sucks.
Ah yes, “period shits.” How well we all know and love them.
- beeeep *
:sobbing softly:
You know what? I’d like to pit every health teacher I had from grade 5 through high school graduation, for not telling me JACK FUCKING SHIT besides “blood comes out your vagina, here’s a Midol.” It’s bad enough that the weren’t really explaining the whole “it’s the lining sloughing off” part - fine, those are technical details - but you’d think some sympathetic woman, at some point, would have maybe mentioned how there are other side effects besides cramps. I was far, far out of school before I learned the connection between the two things.
Perhaps they didn’t know - I never had the “period shits” myself.
Ahh, another household taken in the Great Thermostat Wars. I’m a current combatant. Up, down, up down. Sometimes, though, I think the damn thing really doesn’t flick on when often enough and I get stressed out, and I’m the partner in the relationship that “runs hot”.
Speaking of up and down, that’s what you’re doing to my eyeballs, Internet Commentors with Random Capitalization Syndrome. I usually Love to read Articles and blogs and Their accompanying Comments, until I come Upon your Strangely formatted Paragraphs. Why oh Why? Are you German and recently Learned English? (that I can forgive). Do you just like to make people Feel Seasick?
Emily Dickinson Appreciation Society members.
Death came to My Blog
and left its ISP and it Said
I was never going to leave Amherst without
a decent Browser.
Psh, that meter’s totally wrong for Dickinson.
Death came along and saw my Blog
And shook its Head–and Spoke–
That I would never leave–without
A Browser–that’s the Joke.
There ya go. On the downside, I now have “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” running through my head and probably will all morning.
It could be worse - it could be “Teenage Dream” by Katy Perry.
Let you put your hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight…
The only reason I even know that song was because they used it on Glee. Thanks for reminding me about everything I loathe about bad pop music. You horrid woman.
Heh heh heh.
Oh, yours just goes beeeeeep? We got a new plotter at work this week. Whenever it has an issue, it emits an incredibly loud and shrill BEEEEEPBEEEEEEPBEEEEEP. Since this plotter is located next to the department manager’s office, however, I don’t think this will last very long. (He got the Xerox rep to disable every single audible alarm and alert on the new copier – even the gentle blip it made in response to touchscreen input.)