The Complaining and Bitching Thread

I hear that Stanley actually learned how to improve his drooling technique from Borla.

 

I thought that you had a penis on a short leash

 

No the member there were spamming my threads there so i tried to
spam back and got carried a way. ( and I got no warning to stop)
I would never do that here .

 

WHY THE FUCK DO YOU GO BACK TO THE MAN THAT BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU?

And I can tell you exactly what's going to happen. The two of them are going to be all love-dovey, like, gag-inducing mushy, for a couple weeks, and then they'll hate each other again for a while, and swear they'll never get back together. Rinse, lather, repeat.

 

Pro-con-pro time!

Pro: There's food in my house, with running water, and a place to rest my head that of which is out of the rain.
Con: If there's anything that I should've learned in my almost 23 years of existence, it's that some people never change, and never will. Fucking fucking fuckity fuck.
Pro: Hindsight is 20-20.

 

ARGH.

While you're at a movie night with others, it's usually intended that people, you know, actually WATCH THE MOVIE. I don't care about what who was wearing to work on what day, I don't care about your trite day-to-day happenings, I don't want to hear you MST3K'ing the movie or giving me background information. I don't care. JUST LET ME WATCH THE MOVIE.

Fuck, man. Common courtesy these days ain't so common.

 

It's cool if it's a movie that none of us really likes, or a movie that we go into it knowing that it's going to happen. But during a Star Wars marathon? Not cool.

 

Vista blows, even with 4 GB of RAM. Add a metric fuckton of Sony VAIO bloatware and some days I don't even want turn it on.

/pushes the button, goes out for coffee and a smoke/

 

I put up my own money and a lot of my own time getting anatomy kits together for the incoming first years (like I did last year). Apparently, one of the OT professors and some of the students are calling it "ridiculous" that the students have to come pick the kits up from me and that I couldn't get the kits to their welcome picnic. 1) I tried to get them to the picnic, the 2nd year OT I was working with didn't make her schedule flexible enough to do it outside my clinical hours; 2) half of the OT students haven't paid for their kits, so I'm uncomfortable letting them all go with one person; 3) over 80 people ordered kits last year and NOT ONE bitched about having to pick them up individually. NOT ONE. They all THANKED me for helping them out and saving them time!

Fuck this shit.

 

Finally almost asleep, and realize I have to pee.
Two felines are apparently awakened.
Walk back to bed and crash into the end of the solid wood bed frame.
Two cats decide to climb on me.
Then turn into insanimals and start acting like assholes.
Two wet cats have been ejected from the bedroom and I'm even more awake.

 

I miss me, too.

...

Complaint:

I'm really starting to hate traveling by spaceship in a new and intense way. It's horrible for your sleep cycle.

 

Time to stare at my to-do list and silently weep.

 

Fuck you, Angry Uterus.
It's time for the Commies to go home.

Side note: don't change hair significantly when the communists are in the fun house.

 

I need to poop, but unfortunately all these darn students are in and out picking up their kits from me, so I can't take a break to run to the bathroom.