I just had prime rib roast cooked over charcoal with fresh steamed asparagus and a nice salad
washed down with a lovely carbernet 2001.
The prime rib was just a touch past rare, such a shame.
Goodnight
The Princess has just spilled her Moon Sand all over my bedroom floor. She tried to clean it up herself, with less-than-stellar results.
My stomach hurts after consuming mac n’ cheese. I had Lactaid with it, but it doesn’t seem to have worked.
I’m broke after going to AX, and didn’t even buy any yaoi manga. I did buy the Kon plushie I’ve been wanting for months though.
I met a nice guy this weekend. Alas, he’s too young for me. Legal, but still too young. 
Where are all the single male otaku my age? (The ones that don’t live with their moms, that is.)
I’m sick of the construction noise from the building site next door.
I know what it feels like. You have my sympathy.
What did the grape say when someone stepped on him?
Nothing, he just let out a little whine (wine).
I’m being conscripted.
My 3.5 year relationship is going down the shitter (hey that’s a long time for someone my age.) Reason being? See above.
Looking at my major and GPA, my college degree is next to worthless.
I’m gaining weight.
The weather’s ungodly hot.
I wanna ride my biiiiiiiike, but it’s too hooooooooottt, and it’s gonna raaaaaaaaaiin.
Plus, my butt huuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrts.
(I keep this up, someone’s gonna shoot me.)
I had to move all my books out onto the back patio so the painters could paint, and now I’m soooooore.
I missed a prepaid bus trip to a casino last week because the dumbitch who arranged the trip never told me that she was changing the pick-up location.
I missed out on the post-parade feast after a 4th of July neighborhood street parade because I had to run back to my street to tell all the waiting neighbors not to sit out in the heat anymore because they were skipping our street–and by the time I got home, I was dripping with sweat (it was humid) and didn’t feel like going back.
I went in wearying circles with an eBay buyer who couldn’t understand why her very long and very heavy package could not fit in a priority mail flat rate box, and apparently she thought I could negotiate prices with the USPS.
I showed up for the first day of lap swimming at the college pool, only to discover that the lanes would not be available until the last of the three allotted hours because they have a thousand kids and their parents doing swim teams and private lessons there.
I tried two days in a row to recycle stuff at Re-Planet, but other people showed up earlier with a gajillion bottles to put in the little holes, and the next day the thing was closed.
----Sorry for the lengthy whinges, but last week was NOT a good week.
It is so bloody smoggy here in the bay area, what with the heat and the smoke from many fires, that breathing is unpleasant. I want to get out and run or ride my bike, but it’s too unhealthy to do so. So I’m sitting here itching to exercise, and feeling my pants getting a little tighter because I’m sure I’ve gained a pound or two.
And I hear that it’s just as smoggy and icky at the coast, so there’s no escaping it.
And the transit authorities keep declaring “Spare The Air” days, which means they encourage us to take public transportation. Yeah, right. The train station’s half a mile from my office. Do you think I’m going to hike through that pea soup to catch the afternoon train? Think again, buttheads.
That may be the nicest threadshitting post I’ve ever read! 
I’ve got a cold. And I’m still packing for a two week camping trip, 11 hours by car away. With a 3 year old who just decided to try potting training again. So now I’ve got to find room in the overstuffed car for a potty chair. And I just got my period this morning and we leave in two days, which means I’ll be camping (with Porta-Johns) for 5 days with my Aunt Flo. FUCK!
I feel your pain. A good rib roast - ruined!
I’m earning a third as much money as I was six months ago. Granted, that job sucked mightily, but I’d like to compromise on a job that was sorta bearable and paid enough that I could spend some of the redundancy money on something permanent.
TMI:I have had a persistently cracking foreskin for fucking months, which is playing merry hell with what passes for my sex life
My weight loss has gone backwards for two consecutive weeks.
I’ve been wearing my fat pants to work.
My husband refuses to acknowledge that I want a divorce.
My MIL is certifiably crazy and will harass me if I leave the house for anything other than work or errands.
I didn’t even get an interview for a job I could do with my eyes closed. I’m very annoyed and upset.
The grocery store i’ve been shopping at for 17 years wouldn’t take a starter check for $30 yesterday, and I don’t have a debit card yet, and I needed those chips and soda and stuff dammit
so I went home and got my rolled up coins and took them to a different grocery store. They said they don’t take rolled coins, ya have to use the Coinstar machine . I stomped off in a huff but they seemed unimpressed.
I was jonesing big time for some tortilla chips and mild chunky salsa and some lemonade. I also had good stuff in the basket - cauliflower, melon, cottage cheese, strawberries.
I have $1.02 to my name, and my car is on its last wheel.
I can’t decide if I want to be thin with deflated boobs, or chubby with nice ones.
I have a sore where my dentures are rubbing, and my food keeps grinding into it.
Please pass the colby.
I’m here until 9 and I want to go home.
I’m so tired of the departmental bullshit and I want another job in this system but nothing ever comes open.
The air in my garage is busted and I just hate dealing with people who fix air.
I have to work this weekend and I DON"T WANT TO.
I’m right there with you. (The lost interview in question was a few months back, but who’s counting?)
My knees hurt
I can’t sleep
It’s swampy
The budget is in dire trouble
The faculty is insane
Work will likely delay me long enough tomorrow to miss the ferry ride to my weekend getaway which is basically still work, but near the beach.
Thanks. 
I needed that.