{{mwah}}
I’m tired of people bragging about money they’ve gotten as birthday/Christmas/graduation gifts. Especially when they say they’ve gotten quite a lot of it, or they say the actual amount and it seems to me to be a lot of money.
Even worse are people whose rich parents buy them trips as presents.
Maybe I’m bitter about these things because my family’s never had a lot of money.
(What’s the definition of a rich person, anyway? I think a “rich” person is someone who has more money than you do.)
Aw, am I ever with you on this. One of my FB friends just posted pics of her new Malibu and her twin sister’s new Camaro that their parents bought them, to follow the two Geos that they got for their 15th birthday, and the two Impalas they got for their birthday six years later. So these two adult, working, not-married-no-kids women have received brand new cars every six years starting when they were 15. Plus insurance and a gas allowance. I did not join in the “OMG GOD IS SO GOOD AND YOU’RE SO BLESSED TO HAVE SUCH LOVING PARENTS” chorus, as I was too busy vomiting.
Those are some kind of parents, alright, but I’m not sure “loving” is the right word for what they’re doing.
Why does everyone have to be so rough with cards. A couple people wanted to try out something with my cards after I was done showing my trick and one tried to riffle shuffle them and she like bent my cards so much (after which I had to give my a deck a few riffle shuffles that were actually of decent quality to get them into shape). Today I dropped my two of diamonds and my friend picked it up in away that gave it a sharp permanent bend. There is nothing more cringing as a card magician than spectators that ruin your cards, especially if you are like me that especially tries to keep his cards in good condition.
You realize that us card magicians actually pay for the cards, right? Mind showing some respect for them so I don’t have to go out and get another Bicycle deck of playing cards.
By the way, I am no real magician. I am just an average layman in card magic, pretty much an advanced beginner I guess you could say, or better yet, an amateur.
I didn’t actually make any contributions for last year after Dec.31, only for the current year, so it’t irrelevant in my case also.
His ‘point’, as it were, was to be the same little smart-ass jerk he always is and has been.
To be honest, I kind of misread that and thought he was complaining about people that were affected by these losses, going to work. At first, I actually thought that was a part of what he was complaining about. So I was a little puzzled and thought, “What is so bad about those people going the work the next day? I mean, isn’t that what you did too?”
bobkitty is right that I do deserve to be kicked and that nothing can be done to make up for that.
Nevertheless, I still apologize and feel guilty after that insensitive remark.
This, exactly. It happens and it sucks and sometimes it sucks more than others. But the day-to-day is about loving them and making their lives better and that part is incredibly rewarding.
And I don’t know what’s going to happen with this deal. I don’t know if this is kind of a regular thing that happens occasionally in shelters or what. I know they had it in the feral cat area a few weeks ago. When I asked, they told me they’d never had it in the section where I usually work. So I don’t know if the fact we’ve had it in two sections is a sign that it spread from one place to the other or if it’s just bad luck. I don’t know which would be worse.
My husband is having his annual colonoscopy on Friday, and that means he will have to skip one of his paid meds, which will make a him a cranky grump from tomorrow until he has the procedure. I know it’s necessary, but I dread these two days of the year more than any other, and I’m not the one having the procedure.
He has Crohn’s disease with the inflammatory arthritis that sometimes tags along with it; and multiple spinal compression fractures from the osteoporosis that is also a complication from the Crohn’s. He’s going to be hungry, hurting more, and sick for two days. Poor baby.
Thanks - I’m already feeling a bit better (about that aspect. I’m on the rag AND a bunch of my co-workers are sick so every little tickle in my throat makes me nervous and every little twinge in my uterus makes me, well, hurt.)
Tapered to the point that I physically couldn’t cut the pills further. 
My dog-loving daughter has to read Old Yeller for school this summer.
So my wife decides to “prepare her” and does so by spoiling the ending.
WTF?
Yo. Fuckwit. (Yes I DO know that term bothers you - that’s why I’m using it.)
GO AWAY. PLEASE.
Shhhhhhhhhh!!! I purposely snuck it into my post without calling attention to it.. you’ll ruin the stealth insult!!
SORRY! My bad.
Now I can’t read it without hearing “foo - KWEE” in my head.
My physics class has some unbelievably fucking bullshit grading. The 36 question final was worth only 83 points due to horseshit principles that the final would be counted as a tenth of the grade (which he announced fucking once several months ago) while the 15 question chapter “test” (more like a fucking quiz) was to be graded at a hundred points because that was being graded as a chapter test. At the fucking least he could have told us that.
I couldn’t find the mulch I wanted at the store today (well, I found it at a different store - at two times the price!). Then I went to the hair salon, and the roof almost fell on me, complete with live wires being exposed, so my appointment got called off. I had two things I wanted to accomplish today - 0 for 2.
That mini enough for you? 
I want to hear the rest of the story of the falling roof!
AU, that was a very insensitive post. However, I’m not going to beat up on you because you apologized here and in the original thread and continue to apologize.
I’ve made an online mistake a time or two myself. This medium is sometimes makes communicating hard.
If I’m totally confused but it sounds like a bad thing happened, I offer up sympathy because I know that they are hurting and want support more then they want to go over it again. Perhaps you should take that approach.