I wish that were the case, but she made a point of telling me she had to read the ingredients on the tea because “there are just so many things that are dangerous during pregnancy”. She was in the process of brewing the cup of tea she thought was acceptable, when (after checking the internet!) she discovered that chicory might cause contractions. She then made a VERY BIG DEAL of throwing out the tea, as if it were nuclear waste. Three hours later, she was still telling people about it.
I wish, with all my heart, that she would shut up.
Two to three months ago I’m following this van into our heated underground garage at my apartment. She pulls in to where she’s just in front of MY spot (the third one) and stops, like she expects me to drive past her. I throw up my hands and yell “you’re in front of my spot”. She backs up and into the very first spot next to the door.
I start to pull forward.
She rockets forward across the front of me very fast and then backs slowly back into the spot.
I start moving again.
She does the same thing, missing my front bumper by about 2 feet.
I park and, filled with adrenaline from being almost hit twice by her stupid manouvering, have a few harsh words while she stays in her van waiting for me to go. I didn’t stop, I didn’t stand there, I just yelled a few words while walking to the door between our stalls. Probably something like “Fucking IDIOT, you almost hit me!” but I don’t remember.
Last night, I pull into the parking lot behind her. She stops dead looking at me in her rear view mirror. We both have our windows down, after about 10 seconds sitting there, I yell “I LIVE HERE” and she starts to move. She pulls into the garage, again stops in front of my spot. I throw up my hands. She backs into her spot. I start to pull in. She rockets forward and comes very close to hitting me AGAIN.
Tonight. As I pull into the parking lot, I’m looking for her. Don’t see her. I open the garage door with my remote and start pulling in. Fucking cunt is in her van and immediately rockets forward toward the door (and ME).
I called the complex manager after that, got their answering machine and with as little profanity as I could manage, described all threee incidents and asked that they remove her from the spot as she is clearly too stupid and too dangerous to handle being right next to the door. Apologised for the complaint and my tone, but noted that I was rather amped up on adrenaline after nearly being hit by this woman TWO DAYS IN A ROW.
There is a small part of me that wants to go down late tonight and pound that fucking van into a cube. But I’m not that guy.
Damn squirrels! It’s the tail-end of tomato season and I have some stragglers trying to turn ripe on the vine. I go out today to pick them. I find three on the ground with one (1) bite taken from each. I don’t mind squirrels that much, but it freaking pisses me off how they waste good tomatoes. Eat half, I don’t care, but don’t take one bite and leave the rest!
Usually, a spammer posts his shit, and then a regular poster posts a comment, usually without notice that the thread is not just a zombie but a freaking mummy. A mod will delete the spam, but leave the legit post. If people would refrain from posting to zombie threads, when the spam posts are deleted, the old thread would fall back into the depths.
Yeah, it’s like every fruit or veggie has ONE bite that’s suitable for varmint consumption. And it seems that none of the varmints will touch a fruit or veggie that another varmint has nibbled on.
Squirrels are cute and all, but they’re nothing more than rats with fluffy tails.
I don’t know if it’s squirrels or birds doing it, but something takes a bite out of my strawberries, too. I put a stop to that with my bird-d-fence netting.
So about two years after I came into my university, a new college split off: the college of Information: Science Technology and the Arts. I’m in computer science, and most upper division electives cross count. Unfortunately, all of the AI and machine learning (my actual intended field) moved into there. An honors thesis has to be sponsored by people in your college. You’d think “oh, the requirements are mainly the same!” Hell, I’ve already fulfilled near 100% of their upper division coursework (independent research is required for graduation from that program, already have the credits myself). But of course, their lower division coursework is completely different, and I can’t complete it in the 1 year until graduation. So either I have to settle on a different research topic, pay more for those under division courses and stay a few extra semesters, convince them to waive the lower division courses so I can double major and get my honors thesis under ISTA rather than CS, or be MAGIC with paperwork and somehow convince then that even though AI is solely the work of this department now, it also counts for Comp Sci.
I’m very, very minorly inconvenienced by this, I could also let out a very annoyed meh! Don’t talk to me right now! I’m in so much rage I’ll act minorly agitated at you until I forget about it in 5 minutes!
Yesterday, with the heat of summer approaching we had the three legged cat given his normal lion hair cut (I still can’t get a discount even though less to shave!). Today it is like winter again and he blames me that someone stole his fur.
My major bitch however relates to a lot of mulch we got about 18 months ago. It was some deal- it cost us nothing at the time. When we got back from being away a few months, despite having a moweing man in, the garden beds were overrun with this crap stuff full of burs. It is fun removing burs from a long haired cat. it took me about six months to eradicate it from the back yard.
A month ago I had the sprinkler system put in the front lawn (this place is all sand). Today i had a good look at the green stuff growing and it is all those fucking burs! I spent all afternoon trying to remove them (too late for poison I think) until it rained. The mongrel stuff looks like clover so it is hard to tell that it is there.
I can be that gal. Whats your address?
My miniscule rant - sister dearest, we share the same shelf next to the bathroom mirror. Since its your house, and I’m just a gatecrasher, most of the stuff on it is yours and I just have four essentials on it. So why do you always feel the need to pile stuff on to of my moisturiser? There’s plenty of space for you to put your contact lenses/tweezers/perfume elsewhere.
I know this is petty, but when I have to move her stuff twice a day, it starts to get on my nerves. And no, of course I’ve not said anything to her directly - I’m British, I’m far too passive-agressive to do that! I’ll just keep tidying stuff back to her side of the shelf. And maybe reduce my side to three items
Thank you, curlcoat and flatlined. As a matter of fact, the driver’s mother was in the passenger seat, so it’s all going on her insurance. Which brings me to another point: what kind of dumb fucking useless bitch lets her unlicensed son drive her around?!? Not only that, but they both tried to lie to the cop that she was driving and not her son. Thankfully, a witness stayed the whole time and confirmed that she was not the driver. Lying cunt. :mad: Thank you, kind witness, whoever you were.
The Other Shoe is very stiff - standing and sitting like a pregnant woman - and has a few bruises, the worst of which is bigger than my freaking hand :eek: and features the most amazing technicolor. However, thanks to the miracle of pharmaceuticals (e.g. a muscle relaxer) he finally got some much-needed sleep.
At our last house, our neighbour very kindly mulched the area between the houses. I don’t know where he got the mulch, but it grew every weed known to mankind! Worst mulch ever! Okay, yours is full of burrs, so I’ll give you that one.
My rant from yesterday - dude, my walk light came on for the crosswalk. That means that your dedicated left turn green arrow is loooooong over. Don’t shake your head at me when you have to wait for me to cross, and you block traffic - you used poor judgement and are currently breaking the law.
I don’t get paid till Monday and have run out of money due to having to buy replacement keys and oystercards after my daughter lost them. I had a couple of quid left; my daughter used it to buy snacks for her friends.
This is mini but I can’t seem to get it to stop bothering me.
My SIL is getting married in two weeks. My daughter will be turning 8 in three weeks. My MIL is heavily involved in the wedding planning. My in-laws live a three hour drive away (and that is where the wedding is).
I naively thought that they would give my daughter her gift and maybe a cake or something on the day after the wedding while we were still in town. She sent a note to my husband saying that she wouldn’t have time for that and that she would send something home with us for her to open on her birthday proper. I thought this odd but whatever it didn’t bother me.
What did bother me? She emailed my husband this week and said she was just going to give her a giftcard to Toys ‘R’ Us.
Give me a break. The kid is turning 8. She is a kid. She likes opening presents. She doesn’t really get money yet and wouldn’t see it as a present.
On top of that, my sister got married two days after my birthday. I was turning 23 (so, mostly an adult). Not only did she and my parents (who were heavily involved in the wedding planning) get me presents (and well-thought-out, meaningful ones at that) but they even had a little cake and said nice things about me at the rehearsal dinner.
This woman can’t take a half hour to actually go to the store and pick something up (seriously, my daughter loves all things toy, you could pick a random item off the shelf at any toy or clothing store and she would be a happy kid).
Anyway, my husband emailed her back saying that her plan was a tad inappropriate and that we would be happy to pick something up on her behalf. She hasn’t responded yet which probably means that she’s not speaking to us.
So many people seem to get ahead by lying, cheating, stealing, backstabbing, sabotaging, and ass-kissing. The graft and corruption are everywhere. I feel like I can’t compete because I’m just not wired that way.
