I needed coffee filters and made a special trip to the store. I was getting them when I saw some priced less and got those instead, thinking I was so hot. But when I got home they were 4-cup instead of 8-cup. So I took them to my sister who uses a smaller coffee maker. But hers uses cones, not baskets.
So now I’m trying to use them up whenever I make a short pot, which isn’t often. I’ll be fussing with them all year.
This is a $1 purchase we’re talking about here.
What small stuff I have sweated. Let’s see.
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[li]every little noise my car makes[/li][li]everything little thing that is normal on my car. (HEHEHE)[/li][/ul]
I can’t think of anything else.
In 1990 I bought a new pickup. The first new vehicle I ever owned. I was so proud of it.
One day as I was backing out of a space at my apartments, the postman was also backing out and bumped his jeep into my tailgate. I was furious. I could not believe this guy had just dented my new truck!!! I insisted that we trade insurance information. Because of this, he had to call his supervisor out to the scene. We both waited around and when he finally showed up, I had trouble finding the tiny little spot where my paint was chipped. Geez what an asshole. I quit worrying about little dings after that.
There are four items I had a chance to buy and didn’t. I have a list of them that I obsess over. I only saw each of the items once, and I keep hoping I’ll see at least one of them again.
When I’m wearing a dress shirt with a tie (like, right now), more than likely the shirt is NOT fitted. I should really only wear fitted shirtS as it is more condusive to my body type. The shirt just billows out at the waist like a sail in the wind.
I keep trying to tuck it down in there but it keeps riding up - DAMN IT!!!
Two weeks ago at my last dungeons and dragons session, I did something with my character I shouldn’t have, thus screwing him over. I’ve been going over it in my mind ever since wondering why I was such an idiot…for christ’s sake, it’s just a D&D game!
If my socks aren’t matching I can’t wear them comfortably, I’ll spend 10 minutes looking for the pair so I can get on with my day.
Having music for my car. The trip is not the same if I don’t have a CD I can listen to.
These are just 2 of many . I’m very particular!
Anal may be a better word!
I go crazy when I do errands and forget one thing. I never seem to get tired of having that same tantrum about how I forgot the one stupid miserable thing and now I have to remember it for next time and blah blah blah the world is over.
A few weeks ago, I was working at a remote customer site on Friday and got a call from my boss. “Can you see me Monday? I need to touch bases with you on some minor stuff.”
An innoculous message, but for some crazy reason I spent the entire weekend fretting about the meeting. Was I in trouble? Did I do something wrong? Was I being accused of something? What?
Monday rolls around, I go to see the boss, and he… touched bases with me on some minor stuff. Ta-da.
Geez!
I got my license updated and worried that the yellow t-shirt I wore would clash with the yellow bar across the top. It ended up matching quite nicely.
I’m generally not much of a girly-girl, but it bugs me to wear sandlas if my toenail polish is chipped.
That happened to me Monday for the first time since gradeschool.
Just finished dressing in the hallway as usual, and had one grey sock and one blue. But my pants were green, so the blue was waaay off.
And it was when I was on display, manning the tape recorder on the side of the dais, of a speech some lawyers were giving to other lawyers. Everyone’s suit cost more than my car.
In the hard folding chair, I couldn’t help re-crossing my legs every few minutes so they all had to keep glancing at my socks.
On the way home I bought a 200 watt bulb for my hallway light.
after buying lots of vhs movies for dirt cheap on ebay, i have become very spoiled do to the low prices. i mean, i bought apocalypse now for 25 cents(not including shipping)! so when i bought a movie the other day for six dollars i thought i was geting ripped. And don’t even mention the prices on new dvds in the store…14.99, yeah right.
My comb!
Where the hell is my bright-green, 10-cent, worthless piece of plastic!?
Aaaauugh!
I used to seriously think I needed morning after stationary: “I am deeply sorry for…” ala Barney from the Simpsons.
But then I realized that drunken belligerence and assholism is a good thing!
One thing that I do is if I’m working on something that I can’t quite figure out, no matter how small it is, I just can’t give it up. I have to sit there pulling my hair out (not literally) trying to solve something. What I mean by small is that it didn’t really matter if you got it or not.
I debated and deliberated and drove my friends insane trying to decide if I wanted bangs cut into my hair or not. Honestly, like people have nothing better to worry or care about? And what’s the worry anyway- if I don’t like 'em, I just sweep 'em up and they disappear.
I cannot believe I fretted about it at all. Must be I ran out of real stuff to worry about. (I got it done and it looks just fine)
just now, I paralleled parked and got awefully close to this car. Well, I looked at my front bumper and saw what appeared to be purple paint and a scrape. Of course, I was worried about it, so I started checking the other car, but I didn’t see any scratches or anything. Of course it was dark, so it was very hard to see. Well, I was ready to leave, but then, of course, I started getting really worried about it. So, I went back and moved my car (don’t know why) besides to get my car actually closer). I was about to write a note, but I realized I could use my sony clie as a light. So, I went out and checked out my car again and realized it was only bird poop. However, if I didn’t figure out it was bird poop, I would have worried so much about it, probably not even able to sleep. All of this for nothing also. It appeared to be no damage or scratches from my car on this other car. There was a sratch on it, but it would have been bigger if I hit it.
It drives me absolutely nuts to see ignorant reviews on CDNow.com. You know, the ones where they obviously never listened to a copy of the actual album (Rock Steady and Who Let The Dogs Out are among the worst), didn’t listen to all the songs, reviewed the genre/band/band name/singer instead of the album, used the entire review to beef about other reviews, etc. This, BTW, is a place I’ve never bought a single thing from and don’t plan to ever buy a single thing from.
And what’s up with “average ratings” on these sites? What the frag is the average supposed to tell me? Sheesh, as if there wasn’t enough statistics crap in my life as it is.
And what’s the deal with “this is really 3 1/2 stars” or whatever? Look, nobody’s going to have a flarkin’ clue what you thought of the album by some dumb star rating. Let your words speak for you and don’t bother splitting hairs. (Hey, this one goes both ways! 
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I also find it strange, if not downright infuriating, that my Sega Sports Tennis FAQ on GameFAQ, some meaningless little thing that took me about four hours, has generated a flood of responses, whereas most of the FAQs I poured my heart and soul into only generated one or two lame rants, if that.
My roommate’s kid channel surfs. But not like an actual human. He only stays on the channel long enough to see the title then moves on to the next. It’s literally a blank screen with titles running across the top.
To me, it’s like nails on a blackboard.
I want to kill him.