Well, I’ve reached 200 posts, and since I generally think “post parties” are boring and self-indulgent, I’ve decided to throw a different kind of party altogether. This is the 200 post pity party. This is your chance to whine, cry, and gripe about aspects of your life that aren’t exactly perfect, while ignoring the fact that others have it a lot worse. I’ll post my own complaints later. I don’t have time now, because my life is so busy and rushed, and I never have time to do the things I want to do and…
Wow, DavidB started a thread with this same title!
I hate my job. Well, I don’t hate it, I just hate working at all.
Ehh… my life’s not too bad really.
But I’ll have a moan nonetheless (spirit of the party and everything): I hate dishonesty, intolerance, hypocrisy, pain, frustration, sadness and peas.
I think the world would be better without peas.
Well, right now my sex drive is on the high end with no one to help me out here. Oh well; too bad there’s too much eye candy at my school with no brains.
I’m just a holler away, ssskuggiii! You already know I think you’re a hottie 
I am going to complain about people who have never had mothers who believed that green beans were the be-all end-all of home gardens. Had dpr, et. al., picked, cleaned, and canned green beans for months on end, they would salivate over garden-fresh peas. 
Never mind sweet corn, but that’s another story…
Tomorrow is Monday.
::: pphhhhbbbbbtt! :::
Well, considering any “hollering” would be made after you get there.
My life sucks because my boyfriend is in Israel, I’m not getting play and I’m being stalked by a freshman. And I hate school and my parents.
My boyfriend recently dumped me and may soon go out with one of my friends, every song on the radio is quite depressing, tomorrow is monday, my schedule on monday is horrible because my teachers seriously dislike me, I have a test in English, I have a problem of the week due in two days that I haven’t started yet, I hate my life… Okay gripe done now, I feel better.
Kitty
I’m on day 9 of a 12 day working-stretch. I’m tired and want a day off. My house is a mess, because I’m tired enough not to make myself do housework, which I hate anyway. I’m broke until payday because of vet bills (not bitching about the vet bills, just about being broke in general.) I’m going on vacation at the end of this work-stretch and don’t have the time or the energy to try to get anything ready. I’m worried about leaving my pets while I’m on vacation even though a trusted friend will be taking care of them. I don’t know what shift I’ll be working when I get back from vacation. I’m going to miss working for my current supervisor, because she and I have gotten to be really good friends. My very best online friend is really down because someone “stabbed him in the back” and he doesn’t know why. I guess that’s enough to bitch about for the moment… 
Congrats Tzel. Sorry I don’t have any pity, but I did bring a crock pot with those little weiners in chili.
(Maybe I’ll get pity when the chili kicks in?)
And for those of you that must have alcohol, there’s a big bottle of 100 proof Southern Comfort in the cabinet.
Aaawwhh… I thought I was being original. Oh yeah, and I’m a virgin. Where’d I put that SoCo?