I was fined for jaywalking the other day. I crossed against the lights when there were literally no cars at all, not even stopped at any of the lights. Entirely empty. But still, a $70 fine.
Meh, at least you weren’t shot.
I hope that isn’t the criteria we must measure all our annoying incidents against.
A neighbor just backed his trailer into our newly repaired gatepost. I swear to god, that thing is a car magnet.
Windows is looking for a solution,
Fuck you. You have never, not once, found a fucking solution. Just close the fucking program like I asked.
This made me LOL.
Apple’s not any better; half the links I click on give me blank pages. Safari just refuses to load them on my iPad.
How about a nice huge hunk of granite? Save money on repairs 
I laughed. 
At least three times a day I have to shut down and restart the crappy program I have to use at work. I’ve been known to say “You are NOT looking for a solution, you piece of shit, now shut down!”
I think I’m going to get a few more cats, become a crazy cat lady, and forget the whole dating situation. I’ve waded back into online dating and so far the guys in the age range I’m looking for are either wanting a 22-year-old, a mother for themselves, or someone to take care of their kids. Since I’m nowhere near the first and not willing to be the other two I guess I’m out of luck. [/whine]
I am so FUCKING. PISSED. at my sister right now. :mad:
Backstory: Every year on Christmas, we have all of our local family over for breakfast/brunch. We do raised waffles, bacon, sausage, orange juice, etc. You can have a Bloody Mary or a Mimosa if you want. We exchange gifts.
This year, everyone got home made fudge in 2 flavors. I wrapped the gift cards like regular Christmas gifts in wrapping paper and put bows on the pretty side, then a self-stick To/From label on the back before securely taping them to the fudge tins (I use way too much tape. Ask my kids.). Anyway, everyone is unwrapping the gift cards and opening fudge. Except my sister, apparently. She didn’t see them, and didn’t ask anyone about where they were getting theirs, was she missing something. Didn’t say anything after all the kids left, and they were still there. Didn’t say anything when we went to dinner that evening. Didn’t say anything to me when we had lunch the next week. She waited until yesterday, three weeks after Christmas, when I did a check-in on Facebook from the restaurant we had dinner at, and I also said “Thanks for the gift cards!”. Then she does a passive-aggressive post on my check-in: “We don’t have any thanks to post since nobody got us anything.” WHAT. THE. FUCK.? She was with me when I bought them, and I even asked if her husband could use a Cabela’s card since he quit hunting. I have since deleted the post and taken it to PM, but it really pissed me off that she did this. Next year, they get checks so I have a paper trail. Jesus Harold Christ.
Fuck. I just realized that it’s snowing tonight, and tommorow is the first day of the auto show. It’s gonna be a 2 hour drive downtown in the morning. 
For the record it was -40 celsius. Though Kelvin was a good second guess.
Are you serious? The only second guess that would have been worse would be Rankine.
Oh joy, I’m starting to get nosebleeds. Thanks winter dryness!
Be glad you didn’t try to pull that shit in NYC
Not too sure who I want to rant at…myself for expressing it badly but I’m sorry darling, you had all Christmas break to study for that biology test and 65% is actually not a good grade…my now sulking daughter for thinking that was a good grade…or her school for sending the message in the past not to place so much emphasis on grades and allowing her to think 65% is a good grade.
I don’t understand why your daughter would think that was a “good” grade. Sure, passing is better than failing, but is good relative in terms of grades? There are schools out there where 65% is a fail.
Depending on the test and whether it’s graded on a curve, 65% can sometimes be counted as an ‘A’.
Eureka, sorry to hear about your aunt and mother. Wish I had suggestions, but all I’ve got is sympathy.
My husband has an issue. The issue has to do with his butt. So of course he’s too embarrassed to talk about it. It’ll go away, right? If he eats more fiber, it’ll just resolve itself.
Well, it’s been two weeks and now the poor man can barely sit down. Apparently there is a lump…somewhere in or around his ass, but he won’t tell me where, though I have an excellent imagination.
It took almost an hour of badgering for me to convince him that he needed to call a damn doctor. The clincher was reminding him that the last time this happened, he was writhing in pain for hours until he wound up calling a doctor at 2 a.m., then having outpatient surgery the next morning. Lucky me, I got to clean said asswound twice a day every day for two weeks (so I can legitimately say I’ve cleaned every ass in my house). I hope it’s nothing serious. This gives the term “butt hurt” a whole new meaning.
I ruptured a cyst on my right kidney. Not a fucking thing I can do but wait it out with painkillers. Peeing blood, massive pain, nausea, and a headache from hell.
I need a transplant now, dammit. I am sick of living like this.
Believe me I don’t understand either especially since in the IB that’s a 4 and nowhere approaching a grade that gets you into college! Lucky for her the first term grade was a 7 so by the end of the year the crap grade should just blend in!
IB grading is weird anyway. for those of us that grew up with a grade out of 100%, there’s a huge difference, in my head anyway, between each IB grade.