I find it very amusing that the person in my circle of acquaintances who spends most of her time waving her hands and screaming about Peak Oil is the same person who drives 400 miles to work per week and refuses to either move or work from home. And by “find amusing” I mean “I’m going to stab her in the eye with a staple remover if she doesn’t drink a tall glass of STFU direct now.”
I fucking HATE hypocrites.
AMEN!
Well, can’t they make me some more? 
In the interest of brevity, I didn’t mention that the time period between buying the first pair and trying to buy the same ones again was about two years. I guess they may have changed the pattern in that time, but I was hoping they could tell me what an equivalent to the old pair was.
I have to order my size to be sent to the store because they don’t keep much stock on hand, so I can’t just try a bunch on to figure out what fits. Maybe I should complain to them…
ETA: The first three pairs were all bought within a month of each other. Exactly the same in all respects except the color, according to the tags, but actually completely different.
Tonight only, bufftabby will not be in the audience as scheduled, but will be replaced by bufftabby’s alter ego, I’m Outta Here.
Heh. I act sweet, but you don’t actually want to know what goes inside my head (and if you do, well, my LJ is a good, if still somewhat tame, indication - it’s in the sig)
Goddamn mother fucking premenstrual migraines. Who the fuck thought that was a good idea?
It took me 10 years but I’ve finally found a way to eat that has solved all my annoying minor chronic health problems without any pharmaceuticals. Among other things, this involves a lot of exercise, I take cal/mag/vitamin D regularly, I don’t eat dairy, I rarely drink alcohol, and I never have more than 1 cup of coffee a day. I miss cheese every single day but I like the way I feel now so much that I’m never going back. I think I’ve finally figured it all out, and all systems are go.
Except for that pesky thing that happens every fourth fucking Wednesday when I am in total agony all the way down the left side of my head. All I can do is drown my sorrows with delicious junk food that I never crave during the rest of the month.
And I find that migraines are commonly associated with PMS. So, as is my habit, I look up dietary ways to fix them.
Screw you. I’ve suffered through no end of crap to avoid pharmaceuticals but I GIVE UP. I have given up so many delicious things for the sake of my health but you can have my So Good Chocolate Supreme Non-Dairy Frozen Dessert when you pry it from my cold, dead, dairy-free (but calcium-fortified) hands.
When I go to the doctor it’s going to be massive chemicals for you, migraine, my dear. Your kind isn’t welcome here any more.
I have to stay away from the pretty girls anyway, I’m married and love my wife deeply. I like to say I’m the old in old school. No messing around for me. I heard it a movie “the dude abides”.
Maybe posting here helps…I got a call this afternoon from the Cook County Clerk’s office informing me that archived records are mailed from four to six weeks after requested, so I should have it by Saturday. Then he gave me his name & phone number and told me to call him first thing Monday morning if I hadn’t gotten it by then, and he’ll see that another one is mailed out.
Look, guy, I know you’re not going to do any work today. You never, ever, do. And I’m not going to pester you about it, since I’m your colleauge, and it wouldn’t do any good anyway.
But please stop hovering around us while we are trying to work. You’re like a young kid who needs to have something to do, except you do have something to do, you just aren’t doing it! Go away! As glad as I am you’ve decided to stop feinting at me, I still can’t work when you ask me a question every five seconds.
Current grammar pet peeve (because I’ve seen it a LOT lately for some reason):
It’s REIN IN, not “reign in”.
To “reign” is to rule. The phrase in question refers to horseback riding - you “rein in” a horse to slow or stop it. Think The Lone Ranger: “Whoa, Silver!”
If’n y’all don’t rein in your use of “reign in”, I’ma gonna hafta whup ya.
Can I add ‘loose’ for ‘lose’? There is nothing that will make me stop reading faster than incredibly bad grammar and spelling (honestly, cuz I’ll read some really really bad stuff)
I had a job interview yesterday afternoon. Yes, that means I wasn’t here when everyone moved into the desks that had been allocated by the team leader.
No, that does not mean you can STEAL MY FUCKING DESK DRAWERS YOU WHORE. If there’s a piece of equipment missing from your desk, you go to the TL and get him to go to facilities & replace it for you. You don’t fucking take shit out from under me when I’m busy at another appointment. Fuck you in the ear, bitch.
When you stand next to me while I am working, that actually isn’t “helping me” with work. It especially isn’t helping me with my work. See, it’s just work. The stuff that I actually do is my work, and the stuff you do is actually standing around near people who work. If you did any, that that would be your work. Get the fuck out of my way.
Thank you very much.
Tris
I want my leg to stop swelling. I am taking the antibiotics for the infection in the shin (and boy are they doing a number on my intestinal flora 
) but still if I sit or stand for any length of time, the lower leg swells up. This is very uncomfortable, especially if I have shoes on. But I can’t lie on my couch with my foot up all the time. I have yard work to do, I need to get more exercise, and I need to get out and look for work. So STOP SWELLING UP ALREADY!!!
I itch all over. And I don’t know why. When you live in a foreign country where you can’t speak the language, even minor things become much bigger deals and I am practically in tears over it right now. I have hundreds of weird bug bites, or possibly a rash of some sort, all over my body. Bed bugs? Mites of some sort? Horrible foreign infection? I have no idea and there is pretty much nothing I can do about it right now. I’m supposed to go on vacation tomorrow morning. I can’t go to the doctor. I don’t even have a doctor. I can’t stop itching and now that I’m worried about it, it just makes it worse. I’ve been thoroughly cleaning my house now but I don’t want to sleep in my bed if it is infected by something. And I woke up last night because of the itching. It’s really disturbing. I just want it to go away. And I committed the classic dumbass move… looking up my “symptoms” on the internet. Of course, that just makes you more worried, not less. At least it reassured me I probably don’t have scabies or some horrible bug-living-in-your-skin disease. And it’s probably not bed bugs, at least not the “classic” kind because when that happened to me in some shitty hotel somewhere the bites were more mosquito sized. I don’t know. Actually, having no idea makes it somewhat worse.
Try some Hydrocortisone cream. My nephew can look at a cat hair and get a welt. Stops the itching too.
Lok needs to go to the medical supply store and buy a Jobst brand compression stocking. Wear one on my driver side leg everyday.
Dear Japan, I already know my American ass ain’t gonna fit in most of your svelte Japanese jeans. Maybe in all of 'em. However, would it kill you to actually put two sizes on your jeans so I don’t have to figure out which ones are the right length as well? You already copy tons of bad shit from the states (fingerprinting foreigners coming in to airports), maybe you could latch on to some good shit as well. Before this, I already had sympathy for women buying jeans. Now I also have empathy.
I’m driving home from work and I’m doing 70 in the left lane when the road is marked for 60. A big honkin’ pickup truck comes flying up behind me, and he has a sign on his grill, in reverse lettering so the message looks correct on my mirror: “Slower Traffic Move Right”.
You self-important piece of dog shit. I’m speeding already, and you’re in such a fucking hurry that you need to put a sign on your redneckmobile that I should kiss your ass and get out of your way?
Choke on it, buster. Unless you got emergency lights and a siren, I’m not moving over. I hope when you get stopped for 20+ over the limit, making it reckless driving, the trooper with the ticket book sees that and hauls your ass in to jail for felonious fucknuttery, too.
Fucking car. I just dropped over $400 to get your brakes fixed so I could finally drive you again (damn thing’s been broken down since last fall, I didn’t have the money to fix it) and you run great for a week and now you decide to just quit? I could have spen $400 on a really nice shotgun and opened fire on your radiator and it would have been higly satisfying plus I’d still have a shotgun to show for it.
I’m so sick of owning crap.
Oh yeah. Also, “the situation is this: (fill in statement that is not worthy of the dramatic intro)” for every damn thing.
Using “I” and “me” in the wrong place. Like this: “Katie and me look stupid when we use incorrect pronouns” and “It took Katie and I a long time to wrap our minds around the concept”.
I heartily agree that using “myself” tips the pomposity meter when “me” would just sound so much better.
And to add my own: If I get one more client that asks for my professional advise, then pisses all over it and does the asinine thing I just talked him out of, then has the sack o’steel to bitch about the results to me I’m gonna rip out their entrails with my letter opener. (figuratively speaking, of course)