The Complaining and Bitching Thread

Damn you cynthetiq posting a picture of deep fried seafood goodness. Now I must have. I must. But it s midnight.

Tomorrow seafood! Preferably deep fried.

But I'm in Toledo.

Red lobster anyone?

 

My shoulder hurts. My boobs are swollen and sore. My office is hot as balls. I have a poppyseed stuck in my tooth.

 

Nope. Touching the boobs would make them hurt more and I would hate you.

 

You know that t-shirt that says, "I AM the IT guy." ? I need to get that embroidered on a polo shirt or something. I'm really tired of people just automatically asking for "one of the guys." No, I can't answer some of the more complicated questions, but to just assume I don't know anything about computers, because I don't have a penis? THAT pisses me off. I know more than you, douchebag.

 

I can turn on my computer. I can read my email. I can look at porn.

That's all I can do witha computer.

I can change my own oil and tires though. I can also tackle like a sonuvabitch.

BRING IT!

 

No motivation. None at all. Oops.

 

Wipes drool from mouth

 

I think I'm in love....

 

I am awesome, so you'll have to get in line. There are many people on the site who are in love with me.

 

I can understand that. You are, undoubtedly, the ideal to which average women aspire. I'm honored and humbled to stand in the ZombieSquirrel admiration line.

 

I keep forgetting I'm sunburned. I have itched my forehead several times today. Painful.

 

Getting fed up with the corporate life.

 

Amen to that!

 

The headache I've had for three years has been really not too bad, completely manageable actually, for the last eight or so weeks.
Until last night, when it drop kicked me in the side of the head. Fucking miserable. Eyeballs pulsing, temples so tender it hurt to wash my face. I wanted to wake up the man at 3am and get him to squeeze my skull in his bicep when it woke me up. What the fuck, head? I've got a lot of shit to do. You and stomach need to talk this out. One at a time, yo.