Motherfucker. We lost our heads and ate all the guacamole at 2:30 and we’re still so fucking full we can’t make headway on any of the other stuff.
Not that a day in which I consume nothing but guacamole and corn chips is a bad day, but I had expectations.
I just found out, through Facebook, that one of my best friends committed suicide.
A year ago.
And nobody fucking told me.
Not the three people who could have messaged me via Facebook, not the guy who has had my phone number for almost ten years. I find out with a “Say a prayer…” post by girlfriend of a mutual friend. I haven’t even cried yet because I don’t know what to think. I’m angry and sad and I don’t know yet where he’s buried, if he’s buried at all, so I can say goodbye.
Fuck this on ice.
{{{Hung Mung}}}
it’s definitely pizza night tonight, but I don’t know what I’m going to do with them tomorrow all day.
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They are your kids, by your whining and griping it sounds like you shouldn’t have had them!
Damnation, I got my cold back from hubby just in time to have roomie sharing the cold with me. She is sitting in the other room sneezing, sniffling and sighing as if she has the cares of the world on her shoulders. I am reasonably sinus problem free because I am using my neti pot whenever someone sneaks a load of concrete into my sinus cavities … but she is refusing to ‘pour salt water into my nose’ for whatever reason, and making MY day sucktastic. I really do not want to listen to her sneezing, sniffling, sighing and complaining. I offer her a decent solution and she would rather play the martyr.
Bah…
Now the damned cat is sneezing 
Please don’t say “would of,” “could of,” or “should of,” please figure out what irony is, please don’t say “mischevious” or “irregardless,” and please use apostrophes correctly. Learn to spell, and learn to speak, for fuck’s sake, you’re an adult.
But..but…this is the whining and griping thread!
And anyone who has kids gripes and whines fercryinoutloud.
They are your kids, by your whining and griping it sounds like you shouldn’t have had them!
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Seriously, you obviously don’t have kids.
And fuck my friend for shooting himself, leaving a wife and daughter, dad and brother, and friends behind wondering what the fuck went wrong and why he felt so worthless.
Yesterday evening we got a call from the gas company. It seems that the old house was burglarized (again) and this time the thieves stole (among other things) a gas space heater. Without turning off the gas valve to it, of course. So our old house was full of gas. We’re damned lucky that it didn’t blow up.
I’m pissed at the burglars. I’m also pissed at my husband. I wanted to hire a team of movers and cleaners, and get the place cleared out and cleaned, and then SELL IT. Oh no, he and his brother and nephew are gonna do it themselves. Thing is, though, they also have to do a lot of running back and forth to the farm to hunt, and to maintain the farm, and to shoot targets.
He’s starting to come around to my point of view. I’ve also told him that he’s asking way too much for the house…it was a good house about 50 years ago, but the neighborhood has gone downhill quite a bit, and very few people are interested in a house with just one bathroom in it. The reason why we bought a new house was precisely for those reasons…bad neighborhood, and just one bathroom.
I hate to sell it. It was my grandparents’ house, my mother and her sisters grew up in it, and I visited it a lot when I was a kid. I enjoyed it, it will always be home to me in a way that the new house never will be. But it’s time to let it go. It’s more painful to let it sit empty, and let it get burglarized and vandalized. Let it have a family in it again.
I think I have just found a new target to use for practice when my kids are driving me insane.
(Dreams of locking Pacific420 in a room with 5 two-year-olds until he admits he’s an asshole.)
My sympathies, Lynn. When my folks were gone the first thing I did was sell the house, not because I didn’t care about it but because I did. I didn’t get much money but the house is now being taken care of, and I don’t have to worry someone will burn it down. Good luck.
I have cold. Which wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t inspire such a wave of fucking woo bullshit from my mum.
Shut up. Just shut the fuck up. No, turmeric will not cure me tomorrow. Neither will any of your fucking homeopathic shite. The thing is, I can’t just nod and smile. I have to tell her why it’s nonsense. So I said, very nicely, that having a good diet is enough to have a perfectly good immune system, which apparently I have as it seems to be fighting this annoying little virus very well. And then she comes out with: “Well, your diet can’t be that good or you wouldn’t have this cold in the first place.”
I literally ended up explaining to her that viruses mutate quickly. Fuck that, SHE TAUGHT ME THAT!
It’s like aliens have eaten my once intelligent and sane mum & taken her place. Where is she? I really, really, really want my mum back. She used to be a no-nonsense, grounded, intelligent atheist. Now literally every single word that comes out of her mouth a total load of crap. It’s like it’s not really her. Fuck this shit. I want my mum back. Fucking bullshit crap woo. Fucking homeopathy stole my mum.
I love my mum. She’s really great.
I share a driveway with my neighbors. My friend parked semi-sloppily in one of the spots on my side. I parked as close as I could to her but it meant my car hung out about a foot into the other half of the driveway. I made completely sure I wasn’t blocking my neighbor in.
Friend leaves; I leave my car there overnight; in the morning there’s a note on my car asking to please park in the correct half of the driveway. It doesn’t help that my parking job looks like a drunken maniac without my friend’s car there to explain.
I hereby dole out 10 microPits each to my friend (for taking too much of the driveway), me (for not fixing the parking when my friend left), and my neighbor (for leaving me a note when I left enough room for even Michael J. Fox to back out).
Lighten up Francis. She’s not going to sell them into slavery or anything. Idiot!
My rant: Why oh why did they take the door off the men’s room? It’s disgusting to walk down that hallway sometimes. Also, why does it smell like some of those guys have held it for a week or more before using the shitter?
This day has been completely off the rails. I woke up late, found nasty brown water coming out of the bathroom faucets/shower, rushed out the door only to discover my car battery had died. Leaving work today, I injured my back trying to load a heavy box of files into my car.
And then… I shit you not…
I was on the Exit 6 on-ramp of the NJ Turnpike and a semi truck right the fuck in front of me rolled over. It was one of those things where you see the wheels leave the pavement and think, ‘‘Oh, no. Oh, no no no…’’ And the trailer hovers in the air for what seems like an eternity, and you know it’s going down, you know it’s inevitable and there is nothing you can do about it. I couldn’t have been more than fifteen feet behind him. Holy shit.
I was so shaken up, I think I gave the world’s dumbest statement to the state trooper:
''What happened?"
‘‘It tipped over.’’
ETA: Driver was okay. Freaked the fuck out, but okay.
I am so, so sorry. What an awful way to find out.
I haven’t said anything because yes, this is the place to whine and bitch, but some of you do whine and bitch about your kids an awful lot.
I heard someone commit suicide today. My office building is attached to a shopping mall and my office overlooks the mall. He jumped from the 7th floor walkway and landed on the 3rd level. I heard the noise–a very loud bang–but I thought it was just a construction incident from the first level. He landed about 30 yards from my office. I won’t be able to walk that side of the third level again.
Could somebody PLEASE make dental floss in a clear package so I can see when I’m running low?? Dammit, no flossing tonite, and no back up in the closet either.