I've had a shitty day.

I spilled wood stain all over the garage floor.

I got pissed on by my favorite Mod, the one I like the best, who called me an “ass” outside of the Pit (ain’t that against the rules?).

I got shellac all over my sneakers.

I got into an argument with my Father.

I got a letter from my HMO, telling me they ain’t gonna pay for my most expensive doctor’s visit ever.

I read a news story about how many jobs America is losing due to Globalization, and I’m so angry that my hands won’t stop shaking.

I sit here, smelling of turpentine, still finding odd spots of wood stain in my hair & on my skin, even after hours of cleaning. My head hurts. My stomach is upset. My teeth grind.

My cat has just shat in my bathtub.

And it’s started to rain.

Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. <thugee>Kill for the love of killing, kill for the love of Kali</thugee> Destroy All Monsters. Give the Imperial Japanese Navy a tourist brochure for Pearl Harbor. Forget the Alamo. May doormice nibble your eyeballs. Kill.

:stuck_out_tongue:

I had a pretty crap day too (and it’s not the rain or seaguls, it’s the ultra-complicated politics at work)
Hoping a good nights sleep and a clear head in the morning will cure the blues for you and me.

{{Bosda}}. If it helps, I got bleach all over one of my favorite pairs of pants today. Some days just suck.

Why are you letting something get to you, when you can’t do anything about it?

I don’t mean that to sound bitchy, btw. Too bad typing can’t get my tone across.

And I’m sorry you have had such a shitty day. At least your life isn’t boring!

Shhhhh! Throws furtively paranoid glances around Don’t say that! If you say that, you’ll cause whatever forces dictate our life’s events to take notice, and see and imbalance, and decide that in order to balance the whole, things will need to be VERY dull for quite a while. :wink: :stuck_out_tongue:

((Bosda))

Bos dearie, go sniff the shellac a bit more and try to relax. We feel your pain and (trust me) we’re laughing with you. Now kiss and make up with the pussy so everything will be all better.

>> I’ve had a shitty day.

I am sorry to hear that.

>> I spilled wood stain all over the garage floor.

Well, these things happen but it’s hardly something to ruin your day.

>> I got pissed on by my favorite Mod, the one I like the best, who called me an “ass” outside of the Pit (ain’t that against the rules?).

No he didn’t. And you deserved the rebuke for posting bigoted, ignorant, crap. You obviously don’t know the first thing about Turkey. You earned this one.

>> I got shellac all over my sneakers.

Again, hardly something to ruin your day. These things happen and they are part of life.

>> I got into an argument with my Father.

It takes two to tango. I know it is easy to say. I often find myself in arguments where I know I should have stopped long before. We learn as we go.

>> I got a letter from my HMO, telling me they ain’t gonna pay for my most expensive doctor’s visit ever.

that sucks. Sorry to hear about it.

>> I read a news story about how many jobs America is losing due to Globalization, and I’m so angry that my hands won’t stop shaking.

Wow, you really do choose to be unhappy over nothing. Firstly America may be losing some jobs but is gaining others. America continues to be the most productive country in the world. And I hope you realize the exported jobs go to countries and people who need them much more than Americans. They also have children and families to feed.

>> I sit here, smelling of turpentine, still finding odd spots of wood stain in my hair & on my skin, even after hours of cleaning. My head hurts. My stomach is upset. My teeth grind.

Try relax and rest or do something enjoyable. Tomorrow will be another day.

>> My cat has just shat in my bathtub

I believe “shit” is the correct word. Again, hardly a tragedy.

That may be a chunk of it right there. Smelling turpentine, wood stain, and shellac all day is enough to give you a headache and a stomach ache, and that’s enough to make everything else all the more difficult to bear.

Try to take a long shower, take some aspirin or Tylenol or something, and just go to bed and relax. Or go outside and get some fresh air, weather permitting. I hope you feel better tomorrow.

Hey, sailor, it’s the little things that add up to make a day so crappy.

I had an ok day today, personally. Yesterday was bad, though. A guy who I thought was my friend shoved me ad nearly knocked me over and said I was a fucking whiny bitch. I guess I thought wrong.

Oh well. Nice hot bath, nice long sleep, eat some chocolate and read a good book.

Bless your heart, Bosda. Poor baby.

At least you didn’t have another tornado come through this weekend…yet.

I hope things look up for you tomorrow. Well, they would pretty much have to, wouldn’t they?

/nitpick
Actually, the past tense of the verb shit is shat, Bosda was grammaticly correct. I shit, I am shitting, I will shit, yesterday I shat.
nitpick/

Dictionary entry.

I guess you’re having a bad day, too. Try some Pepto-Bismol. :wink:

Heh, sleep and ahem “cuddling” would be better. That, and being hand fed chocolate. :wink:

Insomnia sucks, but Mr. Clawbane is peacefully alseep.

OK, Bosda, I was trying to think of the best time and way to tell you this. I spoke to Bronwyn Jordemain last weekend, the one of Lady Tudor Glitz fame. I mentioned I knew someone on-line who was going to be jealous of me for having the chance to speak to her, which pleased her. She was handing out at-home on-line cards, and I would be happy to forward to her anything you wish to say to her. Also, if you’re planning on going to Pennsic this summer, let me know and I’ll be happy to meet you off-site for lunch or some such. Does this help?

Take care,
CJ

I don’t know what’s worse. Someone bitching about their shitty day, or a put on a happy face line by line rebutal from a rose colored glasses philosopher.

Shat up.

For once, we agree! :slight_smile:

One might add, EFF OFF!, kevja ! :wally

Hey Bosda - I wish things were going better for you. You’re one of my most favorite dopers, and I hate to see someone I consider a friend, hurtin’ so to speak.

Hey - wanna run off together and get married and stuff??? With the way MY weekend is going, I’m THERE man, I’m SO THERE… :smiley:

Luvs ya… and smooch by the way!

M2U

Hey, all you Pollyannas, can’t you just let the man revel in the shittiness of his day? Sometimes you just don’t want to get cheered up, ya know?

Sounds good…