Things that are pissing you off. - Page 1170

The guy on the train who thought it perfectly okay to put his hand on a strange woman's leg. (If you haven't guessed it, the woman was me).

The new neighbors above me. Have a nice, quiet retired lady to the left of me. A nice, quiet retired gentleman to the right of me. I used to have a guy above me who was not only quiet, but hardly ever home. Now there are three college students (did no one tell them that there are a couple of party complexes about a mile away?) above me, who are always home and they make noise 24/7. The management used to be competent here, now they do nothing about anything. I need my peace and quiet, damnit!

And then there is the fact that I haven't had any genuine FUN in the last couple of years. Seriously.

Makes me a little cranky.

B/c you have great legs.

Jokes aside, that's majorly fuxxored up.

J - You're like my female doppelganger. Down to the strange men putting their hand on my leg. (if you didn't guess, its the ghey's. they're fond of the Rambo.)

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Would it totally ruin your fantasy if I told you said legs only added up to being five feet tall? Still waiting for my growth spurt, you know.

I am wondering if one of the SF guys secretly taped a sign to my back "All strange people please come sit next to me".

I get the guys fresh out of the funny farm, who feel compelled to tell me their whole life story, I get the guy who plays his (obviously not plugged in) electric guitar, I get the guy who sings, I get the woman with her nasty, ugly, yappy little dog that tries to bite everybody...the dog she brings EVERYWHERE in a baby stroller (not one of those strollers made for dogs...which are stupid enough, but an actual baby stroller) and talks non-stop to me (do I look like I care?) about the baby carseat and the baby bassinet she also has for her fugly dog.... I get the guy who chants non-stop in a language that is not of this planet......and I ALWAYS get the guys who can't keep their butt cheeks on their half of the seat...they gotta plaster themselves butt and thigh up against me for the whole stinkin' ride...squeezing closer and closer the whole damned ride! I can sit on the aisle and not make physical contact with the rider next to me, why can't they?

Patience, my child. I am waiting for the perfect lighting to take those nudes for you to pass on to Kwilkster for me.


I just hip-checked Mr. Hands as we went around a curve and sent him sprawling.


Well.

Not really.

But I did seriously contemplate it.

patience. i dont has it. it is my ruin.

I can't wear both my glasses and my headphones at the same time.

Was McDonalds out of chicken McNuggets? Seriously, how does a cheat day go wrong? You know those guys in SW&D that keep a 3 page long kop list? I have one of those new items at Taco Bell.


You need to develop your own crazy. Out crazy the crazy so to speak. Signal to other crazy people that they would be wasting their time being crazy in front of you because you wouldn't be able to appreciate it. They'll think that you're looking for your own normal person so share your crazy with.

I developed a nasty amount of stomach acid over the past few weeks and started taking an antacid, but it hasn't been working at all. In fact, my stomach has been being a rancid little shitter lately and is keeping me up at night with indigestion and bathroom runs. So imagine my feeling today when I go back to the pharmacy and learn that the "antacid" I've been taking isn't an antacid at all, but a laxative. Fucking foreign languages and their incomprehensible medical jargon

I really like short girls...so no.

Unbelievable.

I think my glasses prescription is off. Distance is too fuzzy.

So one of the organizations I'm in had its meeting Weds. Hot chick with RIDIC big boobs came. We talked, she was going to add me on FB. Hasn't. Don't really remember her name.

Oh well.

Considering I don't go out anymore and don't want to, I'm not even upset.

Wifely unit does not understand the value of a routine, particularly when it involves Very Young Children. I come home late after class, and the baby is howling in her playpen, wife's upset that she won't settle down, won't take a bottle, etc. etc. Wife has not bathed the baby, and after 10 months now still doesn't get that the bedtime routine is bath -> bottle -> bed.

So, I bathe our little bobo, and she becomes peaceful again. She takes the bottle, and within a minute is asleep in my arms. I don't mind this part, though - but it's annoying that the Mrs. causes this much needless stress just because she won't hold to a routine and expects the rest of us to fly along by the seat of our pants, so to speak. Improvisation just does not work with kids.