What is it with “music fans” who go to concerts and buy up music recorded by women whose songs stink, a fact which can be overlooked because they look or sound sexy?
I have found a great local station to wake up to on my clock radio (“Sunny 95”), which features this melody-less, beat-less random crooning which is so foul I am never tempted to try to doze through it.
It’s garbage, people! Just go to your porn sites, turn off the sound and play something decent in the background.
I hate that you’re having to put down your old sick cat, but that’s a really lovely way to go. Back to nature and all that. When my cat, the Late Great Peter, died I buried him between two trees in the woods. He’s part of the trees now as far as I’m concerned.
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Losing a pet is not minor at all. I’m so sorry you’re going through this.
Nope, not minor at all, and most of us can sympathize with your tears.
I’ve been at work for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes and I can already tell it’s going to be one of those days where I can’t go an hour without being jaw-droppingly appalled by my fellow humans.
Another NLL fan, woohoo!
The Colorado Mammoth got destroyed by the Minnesota Swarm too. It was like they forgot how to play. I was looking forward to a Colorado/Calgary game next week.
Blowing one’s nose in a public shower? What civilized human does this? Why not just take a fucking dump while you’re at it? :mad:
I can always find something to complain about, so…
I get that I voluntarily left work. But I did so to find other work. That means, dear family, that I’m not going to spend an hour on the phone chit-chatting about what you’re having for your bridge luncheon or what horrors your friend committed by calling the morning of your get-together to cancel because she fell down the stairs and injured herself (I’m lookin’ at you, mom).
Yes, I do occasionally toss in a load of laundry or manage to get a walk in after I’ve spend several hours researching companies and identifying contacts to apply to those companies. However, that does not give you carte blanche to call me over and over and send me a miffed sounding e-mail because I ignored your call.
And to my dear husband, I’m so glad that you can stay home when you want to and work on other things remotely. But stop walking by and looking over my shoulder while I’m trying to apply somewhere. And stop grabbing my boobs while you’re doing so. It’s a tad distracting. And it confuses me because when you do that, it makes it hard for me to distinguish later if you want sex or you’re just grabbing my boobs again. Just sayin’.
I won’t be specific, but some absolute fuckwad of a dick was very mean to my husband today. It was not work-related, and it was totally undeserved. I really want to give this guy a piece of my mind, but my husband wants to deal with it himself and I will support him. What an asshole! (not my husband).
That would have been good - Toronto would have been good, too (it’s always enjoyable to kick the shit out of a Toronto team 
). We’ll still watch the finals, but man, what a disappointing end to a fantastic season.
I’m going to aim my husband at you, if you don’t mind - he’s a huge lacrosse fan!
Was this a pinch-the-nostril-and-blow-snot blowing of the nose or in a washcloth? Because I blow my nose in the shower all the time. The steam, she is good for my sinuses. I use a washcloth, though.
A couple of days ago I was at a stoplight beside one of the mouth breathers who has the stereo system worth more than the car. The bass was turned up to max, of course, so all the loose parts on the car were vibrating, and the bass line sounded just like “I am stu-pid I am stu-pid yo I am stu-pid I am stu-pid”.
I just sat there and giggled quietly to myself.
I’m apartment hunting because my landlord is insane. So far, out of the many people I’ve contacted, one apartment is in the ongoing process of renovation, one “has some bugs that keep leaving lines of bites, but it’s no big deal”(shudder), and one is a scam.
Apartment hunting sucks.
overlyverbose, I can so sympathize. I get to work from home at times. My husband does not seem to realize that this does NOT mean that I’m available to take you on errands, go to the bar, run to the store, take you hither and yon and entertain you all damn day long! I AM WORKING, DAMMIT! I am not on the phone “chatting” with my coworkers, I am in MEETINGS dammit. When the dog starts barking like we’re being invaded by alien beings TAKE HIM IN THE GARAGE WITH YOU - DON’T YELL AT HIM TO SHUT UP WHILE I’M ON THE PHONE WITH MY BOSS!
Seriously - do people just not UNDERSTAND that if people are working from home, we’re actually WORKING? This is a real JOB?
I’m so over this - I’m about ready to start going back to the office every day. I thought this would be good - now I’m not so sure. :rolleyes:
I wish I had a room I could dedicate just to working in, but that’s not possible. I just need a little CONSIDERATION.
Could you work from home one or two days a week?
That’s what I’m planning to do I think - otherwise, I’ll have a body to move and I just don’t have the bandwidth right now! 
Thank you for helping to de-rant me
Just to clarify, because I was so busy yelling at the monitor that I think I wasn’t clear: I’m not annoyed about adults talking to babies like they’re, well, talking to babies. All that stuff - limited vocabulary, overdone intonation, repetition - we did that, automatically; I think it’s built in. I was bitching about stuff like saying ‘boppy’ for ‘bottle’ or ‘doggie’ for ‘dog’.
And from now on I can tell myself it’s code switching!
(After typing this I suddenly heard it in The Dread Pirate Roberts voice)
People are washing off their asses and genitals and you’re worried about a little snot? Hmmm?
This better be gas that I’m feeling. (TMI/Jargon) I’m 3 dpo, and thats way too soon to be feeling anything. I lost 50 pounds last time from “morning” sickness, and I should have at least 2 weeks before it starts again, assuming we even caught this cycle. Stupid brain, confabulating. Stupid guts, cooperating.
Dirt from your body goes down the drain, pretty much. Snot hangs on the walls. There was even a sign in the shower at one RV camp that offered a free night’s stay for turning in anyone doing the deed. Makes a nasty clean-up for the crew. Hey, there are worse things, but this is mini-rants.
ooooohhhhkaaaayyyy. I guess I misunderstood. I blow my nose in the shower all the time because I have some sinus issues and the steam loosens things up. But I blow my nose onto my hands and then wash it down the drain. I hadn’t quite thought about just clearing your sinuses in the direction of the walls, but I guess that… yes, people are that crude and awful.