The Complaining and Bitching Thread

Go ahead and lower the boom or whatamacallit on them. You have our permission.

 

You know, when you get home from a long, long day of school and stressful lab activities and you walk in the door lugging your 60 lb. backpack and the first thing the kid says is 'what's for dinner?!' and then you sit down to check your internets and not 30 seconds after logging into facebook this dude that keeps asking you out but that you're not at all romantically interested in sends you (yet another, like the dozenth in a couple of days) picture of Elvis Presley that you don't give a fuck about, when those things happen, you just want to slap a bitch. Let me catch my fucking breath people, jesus.

 

Because knowing is half the battle:

Whatchamacallit (candy) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

If I have to listen to these two old guys spout off about pseudo-science, Jesus and their sleeping habits for another 10 minutes, one of them is going to die.

And all the food just got wheeled out of the United Club. FML.

 

The clubs and lounges are getting worse. Of course they have the higher level clubs, of which I rarely have access.

 

I sympathize Cayvmann. Being going through something similar for a while now. I start crashing about mid-day.

Hope you get back to good sleeping soon!

 

Man oh man, I feel like ass today!

 

My head literally feels like it could explode. Haven't had one this bad in awhile.

 

You and me both.

 

the 2 dogs I transported last Friday were in the same transport of a pup that just tested positive for Parvo. FUCK.

Time to grab the parvocidal disinfectant and go to town on my car. Glad I always already keep blankets/crates separate and wash after every use.

 

Sorry to hear that.

Bandit and Bo are both getting so old just walking to the empty field across the street is too much for Bandit some days. Bo's just old and grumpy. Bandit really has problems with his rear legs. He stopped eating for a while and I thought that was it for him but the vet did test and his blood work looked like that of a pup. So now I'm left with he can't walk but otherwise is fine. he's happy go lucky and is fine as long as his food is brought right to his bed. I may fly north and buy a dog wheel chair of sorts, one that supports his back legs only. I can't wait to see the neighbors faces when he starts wheeling himself around the block.

 

No more vividly fucked up dreams, please.

 

Hey brain? Calming down for 10 seconds so that we can sleep would be great, m'kay?

 

I have no idea what an on line personal life coach does but I'm fairly certain I don't need or want one so please stop spamming asshole.

How the hell do these idiots get around all the spam filters and junk mail settings?
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Had a three some and don't even remember it... been there.

 

A shower, lots of bleach and try not to cry.

 

Woke up bawling at 2am after a dream that Max fell from the railing of a second floor balcony and was having seizures in my arms.
Hooray for headache medicine dreams
Woke up at 5am with Max rubbing his furry face all up in mine, so it was a little better.
I miss my friends and my husband.