Okay. I admit it. I’m a shit. My brother and sister-in-law gave me this candle/water flow cascade/smooth rocks thing a year ago. It’s VERY cool looking. They are coming and so, I set it up.
I cannot stop fucking looking over at it because it sounds like RUNNING WATER AND I THINK IT WILL OVERFLOW ANY MOMENT NOW. It’s giving me whiplash.
I’m pretty much a textbook case for ADD as it is, I cannot focus on SHIT now because I hear in my head the bubbling and dripping of this GODFORSAKEN WATER.
It makes me THINK I need to pee. Do I need to pee? FUCK NO, my bladder is fine thank you. Do I think I need to? YES. NONSTOP.
It is a really pretty thing. I cannot stand it. It’s not reducing the fucking stress, IT’S MOUNTING IT UP LIKE A TSUNAMI !!! I want to hurl it through the window and destroy it totally, and yet it’s so very pretty and was a gift and really looks nifty on my desk which, due to my EXTREME non linear way of thinking, is an archaeological dig in progress.
It’s breaking me down. I will be less than I am. I’m fucking demolished. I am…waterlogged. Help me…<<gurgle>> I’ll tell you anything you want to know, just make it go away. Please… <<whimper>>
Oh God. Get rid of that monstrosity. So, it destroys a few feelings. Better that than you having a nervous breakdown PLUS major dehydration.
I can sympathize. My husband bought something that was similar. Only ours came from the dollar store and made me think the damn faucet was always running. Plus it had fake bird whistling going on, so that alone was enough to whip out the valium prescription. It now resides in some landfill. The rats probably have all commited mass suicide by now.
Turn it off. Get your head out of the vise you are using to stop the insanity. Then, toss that mind-fucker out the nearest window, door or wall.
I don’t consider you a shit. I consider you a saint for not having already succumbed to belfry-climbing.
(stupid brain) Oh yeah, I forgot to say that I don’t want one of those things for exactly that reason - I pee enough on my own, thank you. I don’t need a tinkly little waterfall constantly reminding me that I have a bladder.
’punha?? Check’s in the mail, nothing is for free.
yosemite?? What??? You and Abby got together on this one? Huh? Well, I’d be glad to leave it unplugged but I can’t figure out how to dust water.
feather? Here ya go, bubbeleh: The secret of life after death remains a unique pattern trapped within the soul of each creature on earth. It’s kind of like summer camp and letters from home- you get out of it what you put into it. IMHO, that is.
There is a God if you believe there is a God.
The Mormons are right. Trust me. They’re loving, passionate about their faith, family-oriented and wonderful.
And, mazel tov on the overactive urethra, feather
I found a slide switch that adjusts the level of flow. Now, instead of being a happy stream, it’s a slow leak. I can hear the little motor more clearly than I can hear the burbling water cascading down the wrought iron superstructure that rises gracefully out of the smoothed rocks below, to proudly support the carved candle that sits at the very apogee of the entire affair.
Um, hijack here. There actually is an electric water dish for cats. It’s called the Drinkwell Water Fountain. My cats have had one for over a year now because I have a cat that likes to drink running water, and I’m not paying for a constantly dripping faucet.
To me, those miniature japanese sand gardens are a horse of a different color.
They don’t make SOUNDS. They are infinitely variable. They are visually soothing and interesting. They reveal the innermost core of my being. Okay…that’s kind of sick, but they’re neat to look at.
I wish I had one of THOSE, but I bet the damned cats would have a field day eating the sand.
Never mind the cats eating the sand; I’m sure they would manage to make the landscape less “visually interesting and soothing”, and more “kinda lumpy and smelly”.
My girlfriend has a little pissing cherub that she put on the table in her hallway. The little fuck pissed all over the place, but she loved him. Until one day her mother was over and her toddler son walked over to pissy boy and sucked the water outta the tiny little penis.
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That might be the funniest thing I’ve ever read on the boards. I can’t figure out if it’s a story or some kind of fucked up poetry. Like Fractured Fairy Tales… lol
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Well, I’d be glad to leave it unplugged but I can’t figure out how to dust water.