You feel sorry for everyone. At the drop of a hat. You’re a second mother to us all.
I’m Chikki-less 
I have no outlet for my current oral fixation, and it’s driving me insane.
Awwwww…omni-not, come here and let me give you a great big hug. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has said to me on this board. I am actually weeping. Awwwwwww.
Sniff. I must go and compose myself now, before mooseying back over to my evil project thread. You know, I feel like a bit of a split personality on these boards.
Oooh, and today is Rachelle’s day o’Pity.
Tomorrow: Trion
Friday: Michi
Saturday: Geobabe <—and I know how that one feels, babe!
Sunday: Serendipity <–and my dear, let me recommend to you that now would be a good time to switch teams. I should have done that when I was a young, flexible lass like you. 
Monday: Guinastasia. I used to work retail and waitress. I feel your pain. Or at least I will when it’s my turn to be SorryMeister.
Tuesday: Whammo. Awwwww, baby doll, that bites. Send me your number and I’ll call you on Thursday. 
Wednesday: Gunslinger. Hey, I Chikki-less too!
Thursday: ssskuggiii. Oral fixation? Explain.
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I’ll feel sorry for you, Michi! It’s the least I can do, since I was feeling sorry for myself until you sent me those pictures.
Hey, at least you have an admirer! Even if it’s a she.
Oh, and tatertot:
I was temporarily stunned when I read
before I realized that I had a spec of dandruff on my reading glasses.
Pity me Tatertot.
I’m in a cavernous pit of debt. I have Thanksgiving off for the first time in 7 years. (I did not want Thanksgiving off, I wanted to make some easy dough) Both my knees hurt all to be damned. My bald head does not yet look sinister like I’d hoped, but makes me look like I’m getting chemotherapy. And, dammit, I can’t get any lovin’!
And I still can’t spell or use correct punctuation.
I don’t think I’m that flexible, tater! I have, however, seriously been considering joining a convent. And by seriously, I mean for about two minutes, before I started pining away for this guy again. It’s like four years worth of repressed teen angst and giddiness are bubbling up at once… <sigh> I’m off to work on my unrequited-love-CD-mix. I’ve got to get it done before Sunday, so I can focus my attention on feeling bad for you guys.
tater, one big ol’ e-hug coming up: {{{{{tater}}}}}
- if anyone wants to feel sorry for me, well, I’ve had to get out of bed at two o’clock in the friggin’ morning today & yesterday. Yesterday, admittedly, was the worst - when we arrived (at 03:00) at the network node we were going to move, some cretin had managed to lock the one door that nobody had a key for. After calling the nightwatch, the superintendent and whoever else we could think of, we went back to our hotel at about 05:30, having done very little constructive work.
Today, same procedure - only we had to do double the amount of work in our 03:00-06:00 service-window. It would have been possible, if we hadn’t had to rewire more or less every connection on our own, because the alleged professional couldn’t read a wiring lay-out. Sheesh.
So now it’s 18:20 and I’ve been on my toes for about 16 hours, worked a twelve-hour day and driven from Frankfurt to Hamburg afterwards. Somebody better pity me!
S. Norman
My art history prof. called my house last night while I was busy failing my javascript lab exam.
I spoke with her after class and she set up a meeting for this afternoon to discuss the essay I just wrote.
The absolutely horrid essay I wrote.
During the time I should have been writing it, stuff was happening… bad stuff and lots of it.
I thought about asking for an extension but wanted to get it over with so I could start on all my other crapolla. Well, that and I knew I still wouldn’t have time.
…and I’m afraid that if I tell her all the stuff that happened, it’ll sound made up… because trust me. There is a lot of it and it is BAD.
But anyway… looks like it’s time to go.
I can’t decide what to do with the rest of my life. I’m finished with my upgrading next week, and should be applying for university right away, but I have no CLUE what to do.
Feel sorry for me. At least tater has an interesting job…
Young Flexible Ass
…just another in a long line of great, SDMB-inspired names for a band…
I’m not in a feel sorry for anybody on this list mood.
I’m still feeling sorry for those eating at soup kitchens today.
Maybe tomorrow.
spooje - You take Friday next. I can certainly understand money problems! And, alas, I can’t spell or grammerate, either.
S. Norman - You have next Saturday. And god bless you for not saying “had to put up with tater for a whole weekend and she made me dance”. Next time, you’re in Frankfurt you will stop over for the night to see me, hear?
mega the roo - You have next Sunday. And I know how it is when life gets in the way of school & other work. I wasted an entire sememster of college that way.
lolagranola - Monday after next. I’m in the same boat. And my job only seems interesting & I think I’m getting fat from all the salami.
Poirot - Okay, you feel sorry for all the people eating at soup kitchens today, and we’ll feel sorry for them the other 364 days of the year.
I need you! I’m pukey and achy and just generally icky and I think I’m going to miss Thanksgiving dinner tonight.
Poirot, I’m sorry I was snippy with you last night, I just feel really, really lousy & I’m taking it out on other people. Bad, bad tater. You had a good point.
If the pity week goes on, tater…
Can you feel bad for me? I’ve been in bed with the flu since Sunday and, apart from one foray to “work” to post to the Board on Monday, I did not leave my room until today. That’s four days with no SDMB (damn my one-way home phone). That deserves anyone’s pity, huh?
Anytime, sweetie. (Mumbling to self. “We danced ? I must have been drunk. Wait - I was. That explains it.”)
Tell you what, you sick people can have my slot, I’ve caught up on my sleep and not really in the mood to be pitied anymore. OK ?
S. Norman
Awww Duke, I hope you feel better! Huggles and kisses!
S. Norman, I no longer pity you, but as per our contract you must continue to pity me until such time as I become unpitiful. I gotta do sound for 3 films by Wednesday! :eek: I’m so sick of Bi-Fis!
List of people to feel sorry for:
- Martha Stewart. Nobody really likes her.
- Janet Reno. Ditto.
- Kathleen Harris. Have a holly jolly Christmas, Kathy.
- Tipper Gore. Talk about the suspense killing you. What’s she supposed to do about her Christmas card list? Should she send expensive Christmas cards to people as “the future Mrs. President” or cheap ones as “the former Mrs. Vice-President”?
- Britney Spears. Her 15 minutes are about up. Poor baby. :rolleyes:
- Whoever Charlie Gibson’s co-host on Good Morning America is this week. Too bad she can’t get a real job.
- Hilary Rodham Clinton. Okay, so she won. But now she has to go to work. Bummer.
- Callista Flockhart. Just on general principles.
- Oprah Winfrey. Poor little rich girl, boo-hoo.
- The Wal-Mart checkout clerk who failed to put eleven dollars worth of rechargeable batteries INTO the bag, so that we got home and they weren’t there, and we went back and Wal-Mart basically told us, “Tough rocks.” Pity her, because it must be terrible to have to go through life and be so clueless, not to mention having to work at Wal-Mart.