Being around a two year old, a six month pregnant woman, and a six week pregnant woman while having my period after the 40th unsuccessful month of trying to conceive is way harder for me then I thought it would be. I just want to crawl in to a hole and be alone.
I paid $42 for these athletic shoes (on a really good sale!) less than two months ago - they’re falling apart now! I know the rule “You get what you pay for,” but for shoes that retail around $60, I expect more than a month and a half. Now, looking online for a replacement pair, I see half the shoes are those rip-off “toning” styles - it’s bad enough that my feet are too long for about three-quarters of the available shoes, but now half the possible shoes from which I had a very small pool to start with are ineligible. Dammit! They’re making a hard thing even harder! Plus the wasted money on a pair of shoes that I really liked.
Care to elaborate?
(I probably agree with you, but would like to know more.)
The last time I moved, we ended up with 20 or so extra boxes. We now have a box of boxes in our basement. I don’t know what the hell we’re going to do with them. Cardboard doesn’t have an unlimited life span but my boyfriend absolutely REFUSES to part with them. One of these springs, our basement is going to flood and they’re all going to degrade. People have actually offered to buy boxes and he refuses to sell them, in case we need them.
If he was this way about everything, I’d have to kill him. Luckily the only things he’s a packrat with are his old toys (Legos, Transformers, GI Joes) and unused moving boxes.
I was at the gym the other day and there were little ‘success story’ things that had been put up on the wall - before and after photos of someone along with a short write up from them about how much they love the gym, etc. One was about someone who exercised to relieve stress, and it ended with the sentence “I can’t believe some people choose to pop anti-depressant pills when you can just spend some time working out!”
Right. Because people who take anti-depressants are just lazy bastards who can’t be bothered doing anything else to help themselves. Fuck, I know that exercise can help alleviate depression, but it’s not always that simple.
I agree. Ooooh, you enjoy food? How unique and strange!
I think I just lost a friend by replying to one of these pointing out Mother’s Day in the UK was weeks ago. 
My mini-mini rant: 10% of your final selling price now goes to ebay as “fees”? Why don’t they just be honest and call it “fence’s cut”? Damn their monopoly of internet amateur sellers 
In the month of April I’m going to see how many people are willing to drive a red hot poker up their penis in the spirit of being a mindless sheep.
My sister did this on her FB and someone replied “But I don’t want a picture of a fat ugly whore on my profile” Alrighty then.
I hate these things too, mostly because both my sisters did it and I didn’t and my mom is on my FB so now I look like the shitty daughter. I don’t pass on chain mail either or post what colour underwear I have on. I wouldn’t make a very good sheep.
I hate that Facebook glurge, but I just ignore it. Thankfully, my mother doesn’t own a computer and wouldn’t have the first clue about Facebook.
Speaking of mothers: Look Mom, I get that you’re bored now that you finally quit working and I get that you have a multitude of health problems. I gotta say though, that talking about your diahrrea at the dinner table is not cool. Not cool at all. I understand it sucks being sick, but I swear to God, you would feel so much better if you just quit being so damn negative. I’m not saying that’s the end all-be all cure, but you work yourself into a frenzy with your ranting and it gets old within about five minutes. It’s the main reason I, my husband and kids don’t want to spend a lot of time with you. It’d be one thing if all of this was because of your health problems, but you’ve been like this since I was a kid.
We’ve tried, good Lord, we’ve tried. We’ve tried talking to you, we’ve tried helping you, we’ve tried everything, but you have an excuse for not ever taking up any of our advice.
I love you Mom, I really do, but I just can’t spend much time with you. You drag us all down.
It’s May, so around here north of Superior we are running out of snow, which sure puts a dent in my skiing. Drats.
My cousin posted her mother’s pic as her profile pic. I was wondering why. Now I know. I think it was a nice thing to do.
Why? What does posting another persons picture in your profile signify? That you can be smug?
Seeing as you were hatched, you wouldn’t get it.
Wit is not your long suit is it?
I wrote it in a huff, so yes, I’ll elaborate. my ire is not will people who enjoy food and love trying new things (hell, I’m that way myself; one side of my family is “meat&potatoes” and it drives me nuts.) It’s with people who can’t stop mentioning how they’re “foodies” to anyone who might listen, and carrying on as if that makes one an authority. Like threads discussing restaurants where someone will say “(my so-and-so) is a foodie and he/she likes/doesn’t like…” as though it’s supposed to mean something.
To the douchebag who stuck the used maxi-pad in the hedge near my house - stay classy. :rolleyes: To the homeowners who haven’t put it in the garbage in the weeks that it’s been there - get with the program, would you? For us to not live in the kind of neighbourhood where garbage lying around is acceptable, we all have to pick up the trash that the idiots throw around.
Geez, I want to get the hell out of tech support. People are wacky stupid unreasonable about the silliest things.
No, you silly bitch, I cannot fix the fact that your email address with a completely different company apparently no longer exists shortly after you contacted them about a problem with it. You should be talking to them, not me. Oh wait, you’re screaming delusional bullshit at me because you CAN call me and you CANNOT call them? Even better. Fuck off.
I’ve been ambivalent about whether I should move or stay in my place. I’ve been looking around to see if I could find something better before I have to give notice. Turns out, the lease I though ran through July 1st actually runs through May 31st. So, guess I’ll be here another year!
On the other hand, that’s one less thing I have to deal with. Plus, apparently I’m not getting a rent increase, so hooray!!
So, I just got the “DON’T OPEN EMAILS THAT SAY “OSAMA BIN LADEN HANGED”!!!” email from Mom.
It does no good to tell her that the warning is unnecessary since I don’t open email attachments from untrusted sources (or even trusted sources that look ‘off’) and that I maintain current virus/spyware defense in depth. Bless her soul, she sends them all on to me anyways. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about:
WHO THE FUCK TAUGHT THESE PEOPLE ABOUT FORMATTING? I mean, Jesus-fucking-Christ-in-a-jumped-chariot-sidecar, my eyes bleed. GIANT fonts. Three words to a line. Colored fonts. Cutesy graphics. The list goes on and on and on.
People, your warning would be much more effective if your recipient could actually, you know, READ the fucking thing.
Mini-rant over.
I’m so sorry. I’ll tell my mom and my sister to stop sending you emails. I’ve tried to tell them that no one likes the cutsey backgrounds and stupid graphics and worst of all, Old English ALL CAPS fonts cluttering up every damned email, but they just don’t listen.