There is zero chance that I’m gonna be Facebook friends with you if a) I didn’t even like you back in school and b) all your Facebook posts are thousand-word caps-filled rants about what Jesus thinks of people who don’t do exactly what you want them to do.
Ha. I went through and deleted half my “friends”. Anyone I hadnt met in person in the last five years was gone.
Awww. 
Can you friend them and then mock them relentlessly? 
And now, random picture of me and my cat holding paws. 
(She’s all about sticking her paws on us these days - I was sleeping with her beside me the other day, and she stuck her paw on my nose!)
Aaaaawwwww.
Awww
Today is one of those days that I wish for an apocalypse of some kind, zombie or otherwise, because I realize that 99.999% of the human population is actively useless. I want to wish screaming death on that percentage of the population, but only if that death is followed by a split-second of realization of their utter fucking uselessness on the part of the people who are about to die screaming.
I could tell you stories about the library volunteers. They would sort things their way because it was better than the established way. They would take something that a patron said wrong and then hold grudges and do stuff like send requested books back before the patron got to enjoy them. I’m getting twitchy just thinking about them.
Now to be fair, most of them were great. Its the 1 pecenters that get talked about.
I’ve gotten some good suggestions as how to get the library CD’s out of the truck in my thread. The best ones said to smack the CD changer around. That made me feel much better, even if it didn’t work.
Someone’s goddamn motherfucking car has a stupid goddamn motherfucking alarm that keeps fucking beeping. Five beeps, like the goddamn Roadrunner flapping his feet. Sometimes it happens once all day. Sometimes it happens every 30 seconds for an hour or longer. It’s always parked on the street somewhere near my building. My overheated on the 4th floor building, so I have to crack my windows. And hear “meep meep meep meep meep” at noon. At midnight. All hours, any hours of any motherfucking day.
Of course when I’m actually walking around at street level, doing laundry, coming and going from work or shopping, I never hear the goddamn thing. Probably a good thing, because I’d like to put a hammer through all the windows if I ever find out which one it is.
I’m a “friend collector”. :o I’m very, very selective about who shows up in my news feed though.
I posted a picture of my Jeep with the Christmas trees on top, along with a semi-snarky comment (see November’s rant thread) to my Facebook…one relative replied with a very depressing comment regarding her current situation. It certainly put my holiday crises into perspective, but geez. 
Why is there always one loud-clapping woo-hooing jerkoff at every concert? And why does he always need to sit near me? This guy spent the five minutes prior to the concert bitching about how his girlfriend didn’t do what he told her, so now they have these crappy seats near the back. It’s music, dipshit; it doesn’t require you to even be sighted. Then after every number, he clapped like he was trying to knock his hands off his wrists and shouted “woo-hoo”! “Woooooo-hooooo”!!! Dude, it’s a fucking Christmas concert, not the Grateful Dead.
I swear that people like this practice at home to see how to get the loudest possible report so that everybody around them will know that while you may think you appreciate the music, you can’t even come close to how much **I **appreciate the music. :rolleyes: BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM, and always for at least five seconds after everyone else has finished. My fucking ears were ringing after the first three numbers.
Bureaucratic red tape is currently messing up my life so badly, and there’s nothing I can do about it except follow their stupid arbitrary rules and wait until it plays itself out, at their glacial pace. It is so maddeningly frustrating!
They are not worthy of even a thread in their “honor” but Guys like **Blake **and **ralph124c **now think that demanding answers for our resident trolling climate change deniers and “scientific racists”.
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=699678&page=18
Funny how the ones like **Blake **and **ralph124c **do not mind jumping in a bed with people like FXMatermind that even the mods decided that are trolls and willful ignorants; guys, the thread is in the pit for that reason, and acting like if that reason is not there just shows others how far you are willing to go to find support for your discredited ideas.
Funny that almost all the climate change denialists in this message board are also open to crackpots like the “race realists” out there.
… is a good idea.
I didn’t even feel a need to correct that for them.
A guy I used to work with posted a link today to a phony-baloney story with (allegedly) this “single mom”'s letter to Obama where she goes on about how much she’s struggled for the last 10 years and is so upset about Obama’s expensive trips to foreign countries on our tax dollars, calling him “the most hated president in American history”. :rolleyes: I pointed out that it was a bunch of over-the-top bullshit. One of his family mentioned how it was “at least civil discourse” (I assumed sarcasm) and that the article was written by the same guy who writes a lot of anti-Obama propaganda pieces… Then co-worker argued with me about the cost of the trips and how no other president did anything like this. I pointed out Bush went to London and took several thousand security officers with him - to the capital of a first world nation and ally. Then one of his other friends pointed out that the article was on a site excoriated as both a> a total scam if you dare pay for their content, and b> constantly citing ‘a paper’ or ‘researchers’ but never saying WHO these so-called sources actually are.
Oh, and I would like to go to bed early, but asshole gangsta wannabe in the apartment across the stairwell has his stereo cranked up again.
Every motherfucking Sunday night.
I am annoyed that in my public speaking class, we have to watch a video of ourselves, giving a speech. I see my flaws quite well, already, thank you. I don’t need to watch a video and pick out all the flaws I was already aware of, thanks. And having watched the video, i am now far more nervous about the final exam speech that is upcoming. Thank you, professor, for making me even more nervous.
Aw, shucks. :o
It works to make you decide to take THEIR buses and trains instead of the other guys’…
I hear ya, bro. Going to the annual performance of The Nutcracker ballet has been getting to be a real drag during the past few years…