Without further ado, things I am currently hating;
1. Weak coffee. God dammit, it's coffee. If I wanted tea, I'd ask for tea. I want my teeth to be stained brown, and my capillaries to contract to the point where I can barely metabolize oxygen.
2. The street being used as a magical garbage disposal. Blowing your leaves into the street is not disposing of them - they just blow into my yard. If your trash can falls over & spills your nasty ass trash into the street...pick it up. Nature will not bio-degrade your plastic tampon applicator fast enough to make me happy.
3. Guy who doesn't look at me when he talks to me. Listen, I understand that working in the drive-through window is not the summit of your aspirations or abilities. But could you tear yourself away from Kashandra, and her party last night, and yet though you be leavin' your cell phone at her house, and you are curious about what she did and where she went, could you at least look at me long enough to not drop all my change on the road as you hand it to me?
4. The woman who assumes I'm going to hit on her and therefore works hard to assure that I won't. Yes we all understand that you're very attractive, and I can almost see your nipples in that barely-suitable-for-work shirt that you're wearing and that your lipstick makes your mouth look like it's perpetually yearning to be a wang receptacle - but I'm not going to hit on you. Trust me. Yes, I am looking at your ****s. Because I can see them, and they look nice. I want to be friends with them. But I am not going to suddenly jam my face into your chest and try to make farty sounds between them. So get over yourself already. It's just an elevator ride, and yes, I'm standing this close because even though it's only us two in here, more people could get on at any moment and I'm trying to be courteous and give them some space.
Last edited by 2Sheds_Jackson; 05-13-2008 at 01:03 PM.
Working from home. While it has it's upsides, working in my jammies, watching daytime TV, no rules against drinking beer at work, internet usage whenever, reenacting the lip synching scene in Risky Business at my leisure, masturbating furiously to Elizabeth Hurley holding a pie anytime I feel like it.... it also has a downside, no social interaction with high beaming elevator sluts, or anyone else for that matter, daytime TV, actually laying wood flooring to slide about on in my underpants, The fact that the workday really doesn't end at 4:00, that's when my construction job usually starts, no place to go after work to get away from work, the inevitable question from the wife when she gets home..."what did you do all day, something productive I hope" and those damned chihuahuas always watching me when I'm masturbating furiously to Liz and the pie......
i hate finals. why must there be a test at the end of the semester that is longer then all other tests combined for the rest of the semester. is there some magical bean that says if i get this right i knew everything. last time i checked i still didnt give a rats ass about the early middle ages and this final is not going to make me. on the plus side there is studying with the cute girl from my french class, i just dont wanna take the final, or study french. just the girl in the class
Really crappy handshakes drive me nuts. I hate it when I shake someones hand and it feels like a baby hand or a bunch of wet spagetti...pansies.
Oh jeez yeah. There's the wet noodle, where they're just really limp - or nearly as bad is the premature grip, where they just grab you hand by the fingers and shake wuhuhh >shivers<
Originally Posted by California Joe
Working from home. While it has it's upsides....
gotta agree with this too. I worked from home for almost two years and I was miserable. I never shaved, put on weight, seldom bathed, developed chronic cramping in my right hand, wrote out an extensive enemies list...just not for me.
Note: this is not an Emo thread. If it were, I'd be all "I'm just so sensitive, I can't understand why nobody is meeting my emotional needs" or "I don't think I can go on, what with that sanitary napkin blowing around in my driveway" or "when that woman maced me, I wept openly and wrote a poem about a sad crow".
Do you know what pisses me off? Getting old. I'm only 35 but I'm starting to feel it. And what's more I'm starting to show it. The other day I was shaving my face and in the mirror I noticed growing out of my ear hole this long black and wirey hair that did not belong there. How long was that thing on there? And did other people notice it but they were just to polite to say anything about the big black tentacle coming out of my ear? Something else that has come with age for me is the complete and total vocalization of my thoughts. I have conversations with myself and I never used to do that. But the worst indignity of all that has come with age is the fact that high school girls no longer find me attractive. It's not like I would do anything anyway, but it's kind of nice to be noticed. I used to turn heads at the bus stop in the morning. That doesn't happen anymore.