Because dammit, I feel like whining and getting all sorts of pity and affection.
You know, I could deal with getting a divorce.
I could deal with being miles and miles away from the man I love.
I could deal with having to share my son with his father, even though I’m the one who almost died bringing him into this world.
I could deal with being broke and having no home of my own and no car and a crappy job and no real friends nearby to turn to.
But now…now! This latest thing is just too freakin’ much.
I have a sunburn. A big, red owwie one on both of legs. It hurts to move. It hurts to sit. It hurts when the dog sneezes two rooms over.
Actually, what really pisses me off is that I’m Asian! We’re supposed to tan, dammit, TAN. This is so not fair. :::sniffle::: And I’ll probably get all icky and scaly and peel and in twenty years they’ll have to remove dozens of yucky malignant moles from my legs.
It’s not ffffaaaaiiiirrrr!
Whew, I feel much better getting that off of my chest.
Anyone else care to whine, vent, wail, neurotically beg for attention?
It’s not fair that I have to do graphic design assignments when I suck at them. I’m studying to be an editor goddamnit! It’s not fair that I took the day off colleges yesterday and now I don’t have the freaking information to do the assignment so my Neurotic Plan to complete the semester’s work 3 weeks early is foiled.
It’s not fair that my mother is leaving work early so she is gonna drop the younger kid home 3 hours earlier than normal. This does not help the Neurotic Plan at all.
It’s not fair that the older kid has gone feral in school so I have to shlep him around yet more professionals to get a label so that he can get the help he needs when I know how to fix him already and if the school would just do as I say, we could get on it with it NOW!
Totoro you can’t just go WAAAAHHHHH, you gotta have tell us what you’re whining about…otherwise we won’t know and we’ll worry that it’s a brain tumor that’s making you cry and stay up late at night and not be very alert driving to work in the morning and run a red light and kill somebody’s grandma and get arrested for vehicular homicide and our kids will grow up all screwy and it’s just not ffffaaaaiiiirrrrrr.
TheLoadedDog, I have no room. I am homeless, remember?
Whammo, hehehehe, you funny. Amy Tan. ::snicker::
You know, I think I’ve got sun-delirium or something.
tater, you think this hot Tennessee sun did a number on your Asian skin? Just imagine the havoc it wreaks on my translucent, pale, British-Irish skin! My forhead is peeling right now–I look like a lizard creature. And yes, I wore sunblock. I wore Water Babies SPF-too-high-for-you-to-even-count sunblock and it didn’t help one bit. Get thee some aloe and take some ibuprofen.
I do have sympathy for the homeless thing. That bites. You could always come to east Tennessee and live in my spare room–free of charge!
I also empathize with the whole separated-from-the-one-you-love thing. But you guys are going to be together. Being apart is tough but I know you guys are going to muddle through and everything will be fine. Nope, no "but what if"s, young lady. It’s settled.
I have sympathy for the Nicholas thing too. I know you miss him terribly. I can’t offer to fix that–sorry. My powers go only so far.
So far as whining for me…um…can’t really think of anything…oh yeah!
Technology and nature are plotting against me! First it is thunderstorms and then phone outages–I neeeeed internet! I neeeeed e-mail! I neeeeed ICQ! I neeeeed chat!
Poor tater! Ya got it right; sometimes fortitude counts but from-the-gut whining sure blows off steam. Go soak in tepid water and slather on the aloe. Heckers, you’ll end up tan anyway and in the meantime if someone pisses you off you can snarl, “I’m lovelorn, peeling and still inscrutable.” (<–assume horse-laugh smiley there, m’kay?)
AS long as we’re whining…I have the opposite problem. I guldurned took a long weekend, yay-howdy, cavorted in warm sunshine, merrily hobnobbed and frolicked–and promptly caught strep throat. Right on cue, the weather turned cold, wet and nasty, too. It’s frickin’ SPRING, already! I’m freezing, head splitting and throat feels like I swallowed ground glass.
Mmmph. Whimper. (::wail of self-pity:
A total mess,
Veb
Sheesh.
People complaining about being out in the sun and gettting sunburned (or strep ?!?!).
Must be nice.
Some of us have to work indoors, basking in the glow of four-foot long fluorescent tube lights. I’m inside from 7 am to 6 pm (okay, I officially work from 9-5, but I have lots to do) and don’t get to see the sun, except maybe for a little bit on the weekend (when I am not also at work catching up on paperwork).
I’m in Florida, fergawdssakes, you know, the Sunshine state? Best I get right now is a layer of soot from the wildfire near DisneyWorld. Blackened lung, anyone?
And if I do go outside, the only color I get is a burn only on my nose, so I look like a raccoon (sets off the dark circles very nicely, thank you very much :rolleyes: ).
Must be niiiiiice to be tanned.
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Bethie and Euty are flirting in my thread. Somebody make them stop.
I’m tired, it’s hard to sleep when your legs are on fire.
And there’s a whole box of Krispy Kremes on the dining room table but I don’t know if they’re for something special or not so I can’t eat them until somebody wakes up and tells me and I’m hungry but I don’t want to eat anything and get full in case they aren’t for something and I can eat them.
Also, I can’t decide wether to wear long pants today, which might chafe, or shorts, which will let the sunshine in and might make things worse.
WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Thanks everyone else for the sympathy.
Oooh! Oooh! I just remembered, I have a cold sore, too! Knowing that, dontcha wanna send me some chocolates?
(Oh, and I secretly have sympathy for everyone else, too but I’m in a bit of a fussy mood right now - it being quarter to six am - and refuse to acknowledge that anyone else has suffered as badly as I have)
When my alarm went off this morning, I lay there thinking “I’m so glad it’s Friday” - but it’s NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!! I don’t wanna come to work tomorrow… I don’t wanna get up early again… I don’t wanna spend the whole stinking day in this stinking cubicle!!
<sniffle sniffle whine whine whimper whimper>
that’s what I get for marrying for love instead of money… I coulda been the indolent wife of a zillionaire… if I’d ever met a zillionaire…
poop
I know the feeling.