The Complaining and Bitching Thread

The landlord of the apartment we saw on Saturday has not gotten back to us as hoped. He told me Sunday that it would be Monday evening, then it was Tuesday evening, and now nothing. This is incredibly frustrating, since we applied for the place within an hour of seeing it and both got really excited about moving there!

 

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In other news:

My stick-a-bunch-of-Post-Its-on-my-wall-and-desk organization system has finally failed me.

I can't find some pretty important info because I think I recycled said Post-It yesterday.

Whoops!

 

9'er. Wifey. Glad you two could meet. Your obsession with paper and little sticky notes posted everywhere should bond you forever.

I hate goddamn clutter. I hate paper everywhere. I think she does it on purpose.

Seriously. I get pissy if clothes in the closet aren't all facing the same way, on the hangers correctly and organized by type and similar colors. Paper stuck everywhere? fuuuuuck that noise

 

Hey, you've been in my closet? Nice. My shit is all left-facing (military'd!) and organized by both color and activity.

You should see my sock drawer.

My one vice, perhaps. That and I'm far too paranoid to use Google calendar.

I also have Excel spreadsheets and Word documents for my To Do lists.

Post-Its are pleasing to me for short term stuff because I can touch 'em.

 

I can touch a piece of shit - doesn't mean I'm going to.

Yes... military style closet. It is the brat in me that refuses to die.

And any man that displays his sock drawer has bodies hidden somewhere.

 

I wonder if Plan9 gets a pants salute whenever he sees the scene in A Few Good Men where Cruise and Demi are going through the dead Marine's closet at Gitmo...

 

I am beyond time.

 

Are you drunk?

Good for you.

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Drinking milk with fat in it feels so good, it has to be wrong. I feel kinda bad about it.

*gets another glass*

 

Consider it done.

Also: Consider bringing a bucket.

 

No way, Canada. You take him, he's yours. No give-backs.

 

I will stagger to the general location of your residence as pointed out by Amonkie and find your Buick and make sweet, sweet love to whatever pleasing crease I can find before I pass out!

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Why the fuck do gym shoes have to have a zillion different kinds of materials and stitching and vents and shit? I feel like I'm putting on foot lingerie just to go do some squats. Asinine.

 

Yeah, gotcha. And I'll probably find a blanket or two after I chuck the half a dozen child seats he's got in that thing.

 

Pshhhh. There's no way you'll figure out the LATCH system in your post-coital state. You can barely operate a straw in your pre-coital state.

 

If I can figure out how to work parachute, a M2 HB and a clitoris... I can figure out your goddamn child seats.

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I don't understand why Sharpie doesn't sell individual stubby markers. I have buy the fucking four pack with the colors I don't need. I just want a couple stubby black markers because they're really useful.