Grrrrr:
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FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!
It’s JUNE!
GODDAMMIT!!!
I thought June was tomorrow. I have to read 2 chapters and take a quiz by 11:30 tonight. Motherfucking holiday on Monday fucked with my ability to keep track of days again. I also have a dentist appointment today, which means I have to drive my boyfriend to work (hour away) then back home (hour back) then to the dentist (20 minutes) then back (20 minutes) then pick him up (hour away) and back (hour back).
That’s almost 5 hours lost because I’m sitting in a car. It’s already 10am. There’s just no time. I’m going to have to cancel my appointment.
FUCK!
All these annoying ninny rants, some of them sounding fake rants, about metal, liking metal music, hating metal elements, indifference, blah, blah. Take it to the Snarkpit or the Geeb.
Shit. They can’t fit me in until the 10th. Today was because someone else cancelled. Now I’m going to have to hope someone else cancels between now and the 10th. This is what I get for putting my flipper down where a dog could get it. He bent one of the wires and now it doesn’t fit right any more.
Well, at least I’ll have time to do my school shit. I doubt my teeth will shift THAT much between now and next Friday. I hope.
LUXURY! In my day, we had to wait 5 MINUTES to search again. Both ways, in the snow, with our tongues! Hmmf!
Now, my actual mini-rant:
WHY must you go out of your way to try to get around SafeSearch? I’m looking up Deborah Van Valkenburgh (the older daughter on Too Close For Comfort), curious to see what she looks like today, and in my Google Wall o’Images is a photo of a DVV-looking (though obviously not DVV) woman in the middle of a porn scene! There’s a freaking reason I have SS turned ON IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! I’m just hoping the IT department doesn’t catch images embedded in Google Search pages…
I was meaning more about being 1 second out in my timing. (That is not a sexual comment!)
“The Geeb”? Seriously?
You’re right.
Take all the nitty parody rants to Facebook. All of you.
Yeah - get those lousy things out of here!
The last few weeks have been harrowing for the Other Shoe and I. All kinds of semi-related things conspired to dredge up the worst life has to offer: a death, an unrelated suicide, infidelity, lies, abortions, miscarriages, friendships irreperable broken or simple fading away. I think Mr. Horseshoe is about to crack, I really do. We’ve both started drinking too much, which isn’t ezzactly helping us physically feel better but does seem to be a temporary coping mechanism.
On top of all that, I don’t even get the pleasant distration that is work (HA!) because the A/C compressors they installed were defective and our A/C is OUT AGAIN. All weekend the building has been without air. There is a veritable forest of vertical tower fans in our offices (“it looks like a slalom course in here”) and it’s been over a full week now since the HVAC worked. In 95 degree weather, plus humidity.
Dear Life:
Fuck off and leave me alone. Kindly stop bombarding Mr. Horseshoe as well. Seriously, we’ve had enough for now. A little boredom would be a welcome relief.
kthxbye,
purplehorseshoe
Stress reactions amping up, blood pressure higher than I’d like it to be, nose slightly stuffy, woke up the other night drenched in sweat, feels like I broke the big toe on my right foot but I’m sure it’s only a minor sprain. $27 to last me until friday of next week.
Fuck it, I called in sick today. Haven’t taken a day off for other than medical appointments in about 8 months.
Hadn’t really bothered to check the weather and a couple of days ago (the last time I checked the long-term forecast) said it was going to rain today. However, it has turned out to be the nicest day in a long while. Nice cool morning, sunny and projected high of 75. It is slightly windy, but so what.
I walked to the store on my bum toe (2.5 miles round trip) and bought some fruit. An Apple, 3 Bananas, 2.6 pounds of Black Cherries.
So yay good weather and a nice day off.
Boo all the other bullshit.
purplehorseshoe, I don’t want to shake my finger at you and your husband, but alcohol interferes with normal sleep patterns - you both need good sleep now more than ever.
Ugh. Someone in my neighborhood is doing something to their lawn. I have no idea what. Unfortunately the gross chemically smell is blowing right in my windows and it’s very strong. I have been feeling queasy for the last 24 hours and this isn’t helping. I think I might have to close up my house and go hide out in my bedroom (the windows are already closed in there so it doesn’t smell).
shrug Shake away, you’re not telling me anything I don’t know, at least in an objective and logical sense. I’ve been cutting back since all this started, though, at least a bit; once whiskey doesn’t even taste good anymore, I know I need to ease up for a while.
Of course, me being the easily suggestible type, now I wanna drink. 
We’ll be okay, eventually. I know that. It’s just an overwhelming time right now, and each new thing makes it that much harder to cope with the others. After a certain point, even something minor like the cat barfing on the floor is just Too Much To Bear.
shakes fist melodramatically into the pouring rain “Why, puking cat? WHY?!?”
(except that it’s not raining, and we probably won’t see rain again for a long time…)
Well, I’m just full of gripes today.
WATCH and WARNING are two completely different things.
STOP BEING FUCKING ALARMISTS AND GET YOUR WORDING RIGHT!!!
Well, I canceled my appointment for nothing. Turns out that the 2 chapters were really short and really easy. I’m so used to my textbooks having 60-80 page chapters with few pictures. I forgot that science books typically have large amounts of really big pictures and the first few chapters are generally short introductory chapters.
I finished reading them both and took the quiz already. I totally would have had time to go to the dentist. Oh well. School has to come first.
I’m aggravated.
First, I wish these fucking cicadas would stop dive-bombing me every time I leave the house. They’re swarming everywhere, and I’m tired of knocking them off my clothing and out of my hair.
Second, I’m peeved with my son’s preschool teacher and am very relieved that he has moved up to the kindergarten there to finish out his time before he starts at the public school in the fall. His preschool teacher told me he was doing “great,” everything was “great.” Actually, according to his pediatrician and his kindergarten screening, he’s fairly behind in his writing and when I said so in my teacher review with the administrator at the preschool, it turns out this teacher has gotten complaints for glossing over areas where the kids need to improve. Don’t get me wrong. I’m responsible for reinforcing education in the home. I get it. But how the hell am I supposed to help improve something if I don’t know there’s a problem? Oh, well. It’s something we can improve upon, but that doesn’t make me any less ticked. I won’t be taking my daughter there for preschool. It’s a phenomenal daycare, but I don’t like feeling that someone’s painting a rosy picture for my benefit.
My mom and brother took me to my favorite Cajun/Creole restaurant for my birthday today. I could have had a blackened chicken poboy with lots of fries, or a huge platter of fried shrimp, or crawfish etouffe with lots of bread and butter, or any of a number of other hyper-caloric options that would make my taste buds very happy.
Did I? No, I did not. I had a bowl of seafood gumbo with no rice and a salad with grilled shrimp. I didn’t even have any bread pudding afterwards.
Stupid fucking Weight Watchers, being all up in my head fucking with me.
Christ, that wasn’t even a mini-rant. That was a nano-rant, or maybe a femto-rant.
Very good point. Observe the difference between these statements.
1: Watch out – Congo Dwarf is giving us a warning!
2: Warn out – Congo Dwarf is giving us a watch!
Chef Troy, it was better than my watch/warning rant.
The problem with watch/warning (other than warn out sounds really dumb :D) is that we get a couple tornado watches every late spring-early fall. Basically it means that we’re gonna have a storm and there’s a chance it might produce a tornado.
However, ever friggen time there’s a watch, my mother calls me to tell me there’s a warning (which means a tornado is probably coming, get your shit together). She then proceeds to tell me to get my dogs to the basement for the duration. I love my mother and I appreciate her concern for me but I’m not going to spend the 6.5 hour duration of the watch sitting in my unfinished and unfurnished basement with spare Jeep parts, dirty laundry, and 3 rowdy dogs. If the weather gets really bad, I’ll go downstairs. If the weather channel says it’s been upgraded to a warning, I’ll go downstairs. My mom knows the difference between a watch and a warning but she never fails to panic every time she hears the words tornado and Worcester County in the same sentence.
Of course now that I’ve complained, the watch has been upgraded to a warning and it’s specifically for southwestern Worcester County - which is where I am. So if you’ll all excuse me, I’m off to the basement. 