The Complaining and Bitching Thread

Our upstairs neighbor used to play rap/hip-hop very loudly at any given time. If it was too loud, I'd crank up our stereo playing Bach's Tocata and Fugue in D minor; they'd get the message and turn down their stereo. Interesting note--The guy actually asked us to let him know if the music was too loud, rather than contact management or call the police. That didn't surprise me because they used to have many "visitors" who would drop by at any hour and only stay for a few minutes. I/We never got know them well enough to find out what they were dealing.

 

y are texas wal-marts taking guns off shelves and not reordering them its bs if they do that ppl who dont have guns are at a greater risk than others because of all the terorists and such i say government wants us dead idk y maybe illuminatie and the new world order but we need to stand up for our rights to bear arms

 

I'm tired of fight the cat at night. I'm going to go buy a small litter box tonight and someone is going to start sleeping in the laundry room at night. Downstairs. Away from where I can hear him crying. Better than him knocking everything in the house onto the floor, hanging on the door knob, and passing us off until the hubs makes us get rid of him. :/

 

My daughter used to do that. She forgot that dad's stereo was an itty bit bigger than hers.

I stacked both speakers (professional PA, 15" woofers) in front of her door and played "Ain't talking 'bout love" at 3am. 300w give or take seemed to make the point.

 

As do capitalization and complete words.

 

? sum efurt

 

FYI: OMG is way older

 

WTF is my personal favorite.

 

F(ound)U(nder)C(ircumstanaces)K(nown).

FYI, FTR, FWIW. I use them frequently.

WTH?, WTF?, FIIK, BWTFDIK? less frequently.

 

I threw up twice. I hate throwing up.
I hate that my anxiety gets so bad that I actually threw up this time. Blargh.

 

Dating is a big bunch of horseshit.

Don't get me wrong I'm HAPPY I got divorced. But damn, this dating stuff is not for the weak.

 

Heavy flooding downtown. Girlfriend tried to leave work a half hour later. Managed to drive into a puddle that put a couple inches of water into the passenger compartment. Got to spend the next hour when she got home pulling up carpet and using a shop vac to dry her interior. Right now it's in the garage, doors open, with a box fan blowing in.

 

Travel anxiety.
Flight leaves at 7, prime violent thunderstorm time for the past week.
50m layover in Houston.
Pick up car at midnight PST, drive to AirBnB and settle in at 2am PST. On four hours of sleep. I haven't seen his kid or his ex in 11 years. Ugh.