Bite me. It’s hot and we have a casual dress code. You don’t like my varicose veins, don’t look.
(FTR, I have received many compliments on my feet and legs all week since I am wearing as little clothing as is publicly acceptable. It’s freaking hot! The AC cannot keep up. Mind you, the guys are also all wearing shorts and mostly Hawaiian shirts and mostly sandals so it’s not like it’s a gender thing.)
{{{hug}}} {{{…with banana}}} * }:~}*
I hate terribly unfunny people who think that their jokes are funny. Especially when someone tells me an extremely unfunny joke, and I don’t laugh, and then they start explaining the joke to me. Hello! I understood the joke, I just didn’t think it was amusing.
Why oh why can’t people walk two feet to put your shopping cart(trolley) into a corral? Why do they leave them in parking spots, the walkways, the drive way etc etc:(
Self-centered laziness.
I was having a decent day. A fairly positive one, actually. And then I came home, read Facebook, and discovered that a friend of my was killed in a car crash. He leaves a wife and two girls. He was a smart, funny, loving man, and he will be missed.
Universe, you’re really starting to piss me off.
In Russia, unfunny jokes don’t laugh at YOU! (I took that from Yakov Smirnoff)
How stupid can NYC tourists get? They’re tall buildings not the Mona Lisa. Stop gawking with an open mouth and sixty-two pounds of camera equipment like you’ve never seen one before. I have a meeting with a friend in Manhattan and you’re in my fucking way.
HEY ADAM SAVAGE
Your English/pirate accent is fucking terrible. LET IT DIE
That reminds me…
DJ Madison on Sirius Alt Nation. Shut the fuck up and play the damned song already.
Your pathetic attempts at singing/cutesy jingles/commentary are almost enough to provoke me to waste an orbital crowbar on your workspace.
+1
Most of Adam’s accents are annoying.
Interview went well, I thought. Manager heard my voice and immediately asked if I wanted to postpone the interview for a week. NO!
Still sick as a dog. Toughed it out but still left work 2 hours early. When I informed my manager, she said she had been surprised that I didn’t leave after the interview. Have lost 6 pounds in less than a week. Food tastes like crap. Forced myself to eat a can of soup last night because I knew I needed sustenance, and it tasted like ashes. The nectarine and milk I just had were fine, but anything else, potato chips, bread, etc are all crap.
What a horrible, horrible story. I can’t even imagine what they’ll do with the 15 year old. So sorry about your friend and his family.
I’m well and truly fucked-over with Gestational Diabetes: Cutting down to less than 60 grams of carbs a day had resulted in my highest fasting blood sugar ever.
Don’t get me started on the numbers after the drink from hell.
Series of mini-complaints:
It’s too fucking hot in Minnesota. Yes, the dewpoint is down to the low 60’s (only almost tropical!) which helps, but the temperature is still going to hit the mid to upper 80’s today. It’s currently a balmy 84F in my house right now.
While I have a window AC, I haven’t put it in. We’re running away next week and I don’t trust my neighborhood enough to leave an easy access point available for five days.
I’m cranky as hell, the smallest thing annoys me. My daughter is annoying me greatly, just by breathing. I love her dearly, but damn she says the stupidest shit. My coworker? Whiny assed bitch, I’m not doing your work and what you think is cutsey is really fucking stupid. Fummy is NOT funny. Seriously.
All of my friends are falling apart. Cancer of the eyeball? Check. Stroke with unexplainable painful after effects? Check. Breast cancer after already having FOUR other cancers (including breast cancer once before)? Check. A teenager fighting lukemia a third time? Check. This is some messed up shit, y’all. I’m the healthiest, despite my own issues. I would love to go a week without someone having a health issue. I remember when we could talk about music, politics, family… not doctor appoinments, pharmacies, and surgeries.
I’m a spendthrift. Scroogelike, even. Yesterday I bought all new tires for the mommy-mobile. It killed me. I knew they were necessary - knew it when I bought my vehicle - but actually handing over that much money hurt. Now I feel broke as all get out.
Well, I’m glad it went well enough to not feel like a disaster to you. And declining to punt to next week when it was offered on the spur of the moment was probably wise.
Holding good career-thoughts* for a fellow Doper (although what I said upthread still applies)! Any idea when a decision will be coming down?
*ETA: Also feeling-better thoughts. How is this crap treating your blood sugar readings?
And of course the moron who cause the accident is unharmed. So sorry.
I got up the other morning after not having eaten for probably 12 hours and certainly not having a ton of sugar and it was 159. WHAT THE FUCK? Otherwise things appear to be reasonable. Tested at 83 the next morning, at 119 a couple of hours after that soup last night.
I was walking to the store this week and saw a young girl driving down the road, texting away. My God, people, why are you still doing this? I’ve been saying for years now that the only way to stop cellphone talking/texting while driving is to install electronics jammers in cars, and every year makes me more sure of this. YOU CANNOT MULTI-TASK! YOU ARE NOT THE EXCEPTION! YOU ARE ENDANGERING YOURSELF AND EVERYONE AROUND YOU!
ETA: Fingers still crossed for you, Chimera, and wishing you a speedy recovery, too. 