Read an article about Michael Jackson and The Simpsons, and now I have “Do the Bartman” stuck in my head. Argh!
It turns out that MJ co-wrote the song, but couldn’t take credit for it, since he had signed w/ another studio.
“It wasn’t long ago, just a couple of weeks… I got in trouble, yeah, pretty deep…”
I hope you feel better soon.
This is truly mini and barely needs discussion but … who in their right mind puts 14 pillows on their bed??? WTF do you do with them at night?
Some questions are best left unasked. Or at least, unanswered.
Nesting syndrome: Expert level.
I have been banned from drinking my happy juice - Diet Coke. Tea and coffee are also off the list. I have not had caffeine at all in a day and my head feels like it would crack with the slightest pressure. So I tried Mountain Dew Code Red (regular Mountain Dew is nasty).
Hellooooo world!
I am also off all milk products (huge sad face, as I have a major love affair with cheese), no chocolate, no nut products. The world (and my body) sucks.
Oh God, that was fucking disgusting. Long story that I really don’t want to re-live the details of, but I just had to clean a huge quantity of someone else’s shit off the bathroom floor. And when I mean “shit,” I don’t mean a synonoym for “stuff” - I mean real excrement. I really hope I won’t have to do that again, but who knows.
ICK!!! Way back in the day, I cleaned public restrooms for a living. Now I foster cats as a hobby. I’m pretty good at cleaning icky stuff up, but it still squicks me out.
This is not a rant, its a funny. I’m not sure if its funny enough for a separate thread in MPS, though. You judge.
A friend sent me this library catalog listing.
For those who don’t spend time at libraries, this obviously fiction book was put in the non-fiction area and given a very boring catalog number (various writings) so that nobody would find it. Someone must have really hated that book to do that.
Of course, my friend has requested that book…and I’ve got a properly cataloged copy requested from my library.
Yeah, probably too geeky to post anywhere but here.
Oh for god’s sake. This job just gets crappier by the day- I didn’t get any notice if I was working today or not (had a group text asking if I was available yesterday, replied, then… nothing).
So, with just a few hours to go before the shift starts, I’ve checked, and apparently he is expecting me, but to do something that pays a 25% lower rate than my normal job. This apparently warrants no explanation, or even notice. It is time and a half today, being a public holiday, but that just makes it slightly over normal rate, and for fewer hours- so less money overall. I was banking on getting a decent paying weekend (what with the time-and-a-half today and Monday) to balance up a really pathetic few weeks.
This job is beyond a joke, it’s not even paying enough to live on. There’s not enough work to go around, and he keeps taking on new staff- who generally quit once it becomes obvious that the ‘quiet spell’ is a default state- but I’ve had no luck finding anything else.
Thanks for the laugh, flatlined. 
Oh well- whinge and ye shall receive apparently- I’m now working a decent shift. Maybe I’ll be able to pay the car insurance and the rent on time now (okay, without ‘borrowing’ from emergency savings, which I really should not have to do while working).
I still need a better job though.
We’re planning to sell our house in two weeks to a month, and I have lots of stuff to do outside to get the yard ready, so the weather decides that it should snow every day now.
And the power went off this morning, so our douchebag dvr lost all of its programming, as usual. I hate that freaking thing. Worst purchase EVER!!!1!!!1
They should be called oucharies rather than ovaries. Fucking menstrual cramps. Fucking endo. I need chocolate. Lots and lots of lots chocolate.
This week, new from Elucidator Laboratories, our latest product: chococaine!, chocolate in pure crystal form! Couple snorts, you’ll feel like the Goddess of Chocolate just kissed your brain!
(Damn! I’m gonna be soooo rich!..)
What you really need is Choco-cat. Cat and chocolate in one product. The sweet sound of purr combined with the glorious taste of chocolate and the feel of kitty fur. My own fuzzy dude is eying me quite warily alas.
You two are going to be quite rich.
I’m convinced the alien from the eponymous movie was invented by someone who either had the most horrid menstrual cramps ever or lived with someone that did.
Or perhaps it was kidney stones. But in any case, it muuuuust’a been bad.
…and I’m still sick. Dammit!
Apparently I am now Too Old. Because the sound in the movie theater last night was Too Loud. My ears were ringing and I had a headache when we left. Even my boyfriend, who normally cranks the TV volume up, said it was loud. Captain America 2, pretty good movie, just too damn loud!
Waitress,
I’m not a cheapskate.
I have two small children with me. We’re done eating. We’ve been done eating. They’re bored. I’m tired of telling them to stop paying with the blinds and yelling at each other and everything else they’re doing because they’re bored. People are looking. I’m the bad guy, the shitty parent with obnoxious out of control kids in public. Everyone wants us to leave, except apparently you.
Do I need anything else? YES, THE CHECK I ASKED FOR 20 MINUTES AGO WHEN YOU ASKED IF I NEEDED ANYTHING ELSE.
I gave you a $1 tip on a $45 meal because you really went out of your way to deserve it.