hmmmmm - what’s annoying me today?
Everything! I still have this damn flu bug thanks to spending Christmas with people who kept coughing and sneezing all over me.
Tissues, people! Use your tissues!
I’m bored. There’s a week left to go before classes start back up, and while I’m not looking forward to that (other than it being my last semester), I’m so tired of being having nothing to do and everyone being out of town that I want to scream.
And this damn zit on my chin is driving me nuts.
My fingers a blistered because I worked the snooze bar too hard this morning…fuck you snooze bar!!
My fucking cat brought fucking fleas into my fucking house and now they’re fucking everywhere. (Flea orgy!)
I’m also fucking sunburnt.
Shit.
The damned thread title reminded me of a song from my youth and now I can’t get the fucker out of my head.
Whatsamattayou? Hey!
Gotta no respect! Hey!
Whattayathinkinya do? Hey!
Whyyoulookin so sad? Hey!
Itsa not so bad.
Itsa nice-a place
Ah, shuttupa you face.
RobuSensei, you should move to Hokkaido, where they have central heating and insulation… or to Okinawa, where neither is needed. Meanwhile, if you can’t stand the cold, get out of the kitchen.
I hate whiny, pointless Pit threads.
I hate the fucking price of houses here. $499,000 for a 3 bedroom/2 bath house is WAY overpriced. Who the hell are all these rich people buying houses? That’d cost me about $2600 a month on a 30 year mortgage, and including property taxes in that (another $600 a month or so) it’d basically take my entire salary to pay for it. Fucking ridiculous.
I have a problem with people ripping off Weezer lyrics, and doing a shitty job of it.
I hate moving house, good god, I went to bed at 3, got up again at 6 to keep at it! We are only moving locally, and didnt have time right now to move it all the way so its sitting in the damned halls of my appartment building. Tomorrow the whole thing starts again with me ferrying it from the hallways in that building to the hallway here. And then into the appartment.
I have painful hangnails on three of my fingers. Owie. 
Also my almost 4yo can’t/won’t poop on the toilet. He can’t join any playgroups or anything else (so I can have an hour or two off every week) until he does. Plus I’ve been cleaning up other peoples’ poop for 6.5 years and I DONT WANT TO DO IT ANYMORE! *
*Yes, I know, it’s all my fault for reproducing.
Biggirl, until today, I thought I hallucinated that!
I don’t understand why my father can’t understand that I’m a) a person, b) get annoyed at things, and c) those things include HIM. I live with you, you’re an ass half the time, therefore I get annoyed with you and yes, take on an attitude! For fuck’s sake recognize that I’m allowed to get pissed!
I hate when people don’t know how to code;)
Here’s how it’s done, duffer: copy and paste into the reply box the part of the post you wish to quote. Like I did with your lines, above (I’ll use them as an example. Then, do this: {quote}{i}Originally posted by duffer{/i}
OK, I hate myself for not knowing how to snip lines from posts.{/quote}
But, instead of {} use . This is how you code a quote.
Oh, and my addition: I hate that we haven’t had Christmas dinner yet. Christmas week was very stressful, my oldest daughter was in the hospital and my husband didn’t get his paycheck until the 23rd, so I was out there two days prior, finishing my shopping. So, we decided to have a shrimp tray Christmas night, and then make “Christmas” dinner on New Year’s Eve. But hubby had to work NYE, and didn’t get home til 8PM. So he said let’s have it New Year’s Day. Then it turned out he had to go back out of town New Year’s Day, not to return til today (Friday), so he said let’s have it Friday, I’ll be home early enough. But I talked to him about 2PM, and he won’t be home til 8:30PM. So he said let’s have it tomorrow. But I don’t believe him. At this rate, we’ll be having Christmas dinner for Labor Day!
My stupid fucking high heels make me look really hot for a few hours and kill my back for a week afterwards.
I fucking HATE them. But I’m too fucking vain to stop wearing them.
(“Fuck Me boots”=“Fuck, me feet are killing me”).
What kind of lizard?
How big were the mice? (Pinkies? Fuzzies? Hoppers? Adults?)
How warm is the house?
How much sunlight is the lizard getting?
Have you tried wiggling them with pincers or chopsticks to get the lizard’s attention?
Are you sure you need to feed dead mice. (Maybe the lizard wants to hunt.)