FB has improved their “lists” method of friends. I would sort her into a “OMG do not offend” list and heavily restrict what that list can see.
And that’s why I’ll never be deep into Facebook. Yesterday I wanted to post something about the trial of Michael Jackson’s doctor, but I have a friend who took MJ’s death very hard and I didn’t want to upset him. Yes, I could do all that dancing around with lists, but that’s more time and effort than I want to put into Facebook. And people who live by Facebook usually end up screwing up through inattention, or allowing access to A, who then tells B what you were hiding from them, and then B gets further pissed off because you hid it from him.
I’m not quite sure if this is a rant or merely entertaining. But I thought I’d put it in here anyway. A few months ago, a guy in my office started experiencing food poisoning symptoms. Horrible stomach pains, runs, vomiting – the works. He figured he got it from a local fast food joint. Come to find out, it’s not food poisoning, but typhoid. His doctor has called the health department to check out the fast food restaurant.
Unfortunately, it so happens that he did not get typhoid from the restaurant. Oh, no. Because that would be too normal. He actually got it while giving some skank a rim job. We know this because he shared it with a sales rep, one of the most gossipy men I’ve met in my life.
I’ve got mixed thoughts on this:
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Ew, ew, ew. Why the hell would you share this with anyone, let alone someone you work with and who is a notorious gossip?? Is this really something you care to have other people know?
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This has got to be the funniest disgusting thing I’ve heard in a long, long time. Every time I think about it, it makes me shudder and smile at the same time.
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Unfortunately, I think about it a lot, which is disturbing because I don’t know many women who would consider sleeping with this douchebag even if they paid him, but I guess one did. We’re still trying to figure out if a transaction took place or not.
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Speaking of which, why would you do this, especially with someone you said you suspected wasn’t very clean? Did she ask you to do this or was this your idea? Why? Why?
Another way to demonstrate that my workplace and those in it are fucked up.
Crap. Another expense added to the growing list of 'em because I R Homeowner. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful I still OWN my home, but sheesh …
After Irene I discovered that the trim the builder had installed over one of my windows was loose, so there’s been water leaking in around the fasteners for I-don’t-know-how-long. The repair dude thinks this can be solved by just sealing it up, but there’s drywall damage inside that will have to be fixed, too.
And now, I’ve found that I may have to replace the doors and frames of two doors I barely, if ever use. One is literally a door to nowhere, since it was installed for access to a deck I’ve never had built. The other is the basement door. Both doors are showing signs of rot at the bottom, and the basement door has two little piles of what looks like sawdust on each at the outside corners. The suspicion is that the frames/thresholds and/or weather stripping was installed incorrectly, allowing water to puddle where it shouldn’t. And the possible sawdust makes me think of carpenter ants.
Crap. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, CRAP.
Practice.
Looks like I’ve got a staph infection. I’m taking huge Bactrim pills for it. I have a weird reaction to Bactrim, the skin on my left thumb becomes inflamed and itchy. I don’t have this problem anywhere else, it’s just my left thumb, but it sort of worries me. Also, staph worries me.
On the other hand, my new doctor’s clinic has urgent care available, for about an hour before the doctors arrive, and then another hour after they leave on weekdays, and all day Saturday. So I was able to see a physician’s assistant, who looked at my abscess, said “Yep, good thing you came in”, and prescribed the Bactrim and some Diflucan.
So I’m sitting here with a hot damp washcloth over the damned wound. But at least I didn’t have to wait to get an appointment to be seen.
This is what I was going to suggest. I have several lists, and each one is allowed varying degrees of what they see. One is called Restricted and consists mainly of my mother, my crazy sister, and anyone else who just doesn’t need to be in the loop.
I know a lot of people will suggest not even friending her, but sometimes you just gotta keep the peace, ya know? I have no problem with adding people, but they’re not all going to see all my posts.
If I’m already a member, CAN I PLEASE SKIP THE GODDAMN RELENTLESS PLEDGE DRIVE ON NPR?! Gods, for fuck’s sake, them guilting everyone into donating is taking up more time than the actual programming. I don’t mind them hitting us up, but this seriously goes on for ten minutes straight, and the solicitations are just plain obnoxious. I guess I’m going to have to listen to something else on the radio until the drive is over.
Color me completely unsurprised. After I stayed up into the wee hours, literally tuning the living room upside down (upending furniture to make sure that the clip wasn’t buried in the sofa or chairs,) and fielding increasingly frantic texts and calls, his money clip was found. In the pocket of his jacket, laying right next to him in the seat of the patrol car. Work was fun on three hours sleep.
There is a used car dealership up here named “God Fearing Brothers Auto Center”.
Their reputation would indicate that though they may fear God, they do not fear angry customers.
I think it should be Oktoberbitchfest. :F <----those are vampire fangs in honour of Halloween.
Bitchtoberfesterama?
Oooh, that’s better.
I’m starting to like the sound of Bitchtoberamafester…
It’s got all the elements previously mentioned, PLUS it highlights “fester.”
But we’re getting it all out so it doesn’t fester.
Seriously? We’re fourteen pages into a mini-rants thread. Seems to me that having things fester here is most of what we do…
I think I would avoid these places anyway, on the same principle that says that you never eat at a place called “Mom’s”. Sort of like, if they have to say it, you know it’s not true.
Roddy
My feeling is that any place that advertises its Godliness probably doesn’t want my money. Because I, being a godless heathen, take a Sharpie to my bills and black out “In God We Trust”.
I don’t know what’s in the air with the weather change (hello autumn!) but I just sneezed so hard I gave myself goosebumps. (!)
Came in here, though - before I shot some brain cells out my nose - to bitch somewhere about the fact that I was in a massive argument with a good friend who should mothereffing KNOW BETTER last night and went to bed too pissed to eat dinner and with a big ol’ stress headache. Woke up still pissed, and still with a headache, plus a tummy full of bile from going to sleep on an empty stomach.
Waking up angry sucks nearly as bad as waking up still drunk. 
My head hurts.
That sucks. I woke up with a headache this morning apparently for no better reason than my head wants to mess with me, it was made worse by the fact I drive East to get to work and today was just a bad angle for the sun. I swear, next time I move or get a new job it’ll be so I don’t have to drive into the sun.