It's cold and it was raining earlier today. yay for indiana weather.
But on the bright side I got my wall torn apart yesterday.
But on the bright side I got my wall torn apart yesterday.
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umm ok so im cleanign my house now...and i think Bo buried a dirty diaper somewhere in the bedroom...it stinks and i already cleared out all the trash...its making me want to vomit now...uggghhh
yeah i so know how everyone wanted to know this
yeah i so know how everyone wanted to know this
I had that this weekend! I never found one, but at least it doesnt stink anymore.
Gah, I feel sick.
Just got back from class and the stretching killed my fat ass. God I'm out of shape.
goddamn him im gonna strangle him when he gets home...i finally found them...yes them 2 were hidden under clean clothes ...ewwww well at least now maybe it wont smell anymore
im gonna strangle him when he gets home...i finally found them...yes them 2 were hidden under clean clothes ...ewwww well at least now maybe it wont smell anymoreI need to rant. Maybe even rave... but I swear I hate it when people talk about me behind my back when they don't even realize I'm in the next room.
Go for it, James. Ranting is good sometimes.
man i'm f'n bored. I need work. I wish GE would get back with me. They said this week, well I want it to be today! On a side note, Rolls-Royce contacted me about a job!
I mean... seriously... Sure I'm single, and I haven't had a girlfriend in a really really really long time. But that's 100% by choice. I haven't dated anyone, at all, since 2001 just before I graduated High school.
But, just because someone sends Kathy and Sharon an email with almost 3 minutes of 4-5 second clips of girls masturbating doesn't mean I'm all excited and ready to go, I'm not going to run off to the bathroom or my truck to masturbate all over the fucking place. It really fucking irritates me when people will say shit like that about me, to what they think is behind my back.
I'm so fucking pissed off, I'm so sick of women. For the most part here they're either from out of town or Ohio and they drive like complete idiots.
Oh, I want to turn right, but I can't see the GREEN FUCKING ARROW after the main light goes red. How hard is it to notice the dual light bulbs in the signal with one signaling a green arrow so you can turn right on red?
What is it about left hand turn lanes that will make people take insane chances while the light is already green or turning yellow to gun it and make a 4g turn, yet when they're stuck at the red and it turns green, it takes them fucking forever to go.
I'm usually watching the light - it turns green and I gun it. Get as many damn people through that light as possible. Less sitting - less gas wasted. That's my ideology. It only makes sense, right? I mean... a left turn light usually lasts MAYBE 4-5 cars deep depending on the intersection, and these dolts will lollygag at the green arrow long enough for me to think, Hell I could have gone at least twice by now.
Why is it so damn hard for women from Ohio in minivans to NOT drive 70 mph down IN930 in New Haven? I'm sick of being tailgated until they find an opening to hammer it into just so they can stop at the next red light. Where I come putting up right behind them again. It's just a vicious cycle of stupidity and a giant waste of gas. Unless you drive like a grandma, you have no right to complain about the price of gas. Granted I don't drive like a grandma all the time, but I do most of the time. at or 5 over the limit, I take it casually, speed very seldomly and I let people have the right of way.
(5:55 pm)
What the fuck is up with my internet. I'm sittin here connected for almost a half hour and then apparently it doesn't want to work anymore. I'm typing this not connected to the internet. Talk about fucking frustrated.
And then I get this job today, I'm supposed to hook up a "DATA" line for a "PHONE".
First off, the workorder doesn't make any fucking sense. It's either for a phone, or a date connection - it can't be both.
I get there and it's a single line so they can dial into some random machine. I get done and hook it up to an analog and call my brother to tell him to put me on the schedule for this other job when the rest of my equipment gets in from our supplier.
He starts in on rambling about how I'm supposed to ask someone who knows whats going on about the job I was just at. There in lies the goddamn problem. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO ASK. I can't start asking things i don't know about. How is that possible?
It's like asking something about plumbing. I have no idea about plumbing - which is why I ask someone who does to look at it and give me advice on it.
(6 pm)
Goddamn, my wireless still doesn't seem to want to fucking work.
So I was talking to my mom the other day about how my brother won't do jack shit to help anyone else out - even though he'll command you go help him out. Like when you move.
I moved him into my parents when they got out of the army. I moved them out of my parents and into their apartment. Then I helped them out of their apt. into their house. That's 3 times.
He helped me take one load from my apartment to his house when I moved in. Then I moved everything from his house to this apartment.
Heaven forbid he gets off his lazy video-game playing ass to help out his family for a change.
Oh but since my mom made him and Terry help me move the washer/dryer and frige from her house to my house, that constitutes full blown help and he'll bring it up when I say come over and help me move the rest of this stuff from my apt to my house.
Just you guys watch. I wish I had a video camera. I really do. I can hear the words he's saying right now in his sarcastic little "holier than thou" attitude he's always had.
Why can't anything be easy? Everyone buys a house, everyone moves right in. I just got done ripping pretty much the entire wall out of my hallway today. It's no longer there. Kaput. Gone. All to get to the 14' long, 4" wide CAST IRON sewage pipe running to my basement that for some reason seems to be leaking when you turn on any of the upstairs plumbing. Nope. Can't move in, turn on the water and start living there. Nah. I have to spend money to replace a friggen sewage pipe after I've already spent, WELL over $800 on the house in misc parts, tools, flooring and whatnot.
(6:05 pm)
Yep... wireless still not working, so I'm going to continue. Hope you're enjoying because I'm breathing easier.
Speaking of my brother, why is it that anything I'm excited about he doesn't care? I thought American Beauty was a great movie, he refuses to watch it if I bring it over. BUT, any movie or game he buys new he CALLS me and says DUDE COME OVER MAN THIS GAME IS GREAT!!!!!!!!!!
Why can't things which are important to me be important to him at the same time? or even remotely? I mean, just fake it for all I care.
(6:10pm)
Gah. I might have more ranting later.
(6:17 pm)
Why... oh why can I absolutely and completely ignore both of my alarms? I mean granted, I was awake until 2 am... but that shit wasn't my fault. My parents dryer took 4 fucking hours to dry one load. Perhaps I should have checked the settings, but goddamn I can't wait until I don't have to take my laundry elsewhere to do it. Then I can start on it on Saturday instead of Sunday night.
There, my internet is back on... ok it wasn't, but it is now almost 10 minutes later. Fucking wireless router.
But, just because someone sends Kathy and Sharon an email with almost 3 minutes of 4-5 second clips of girls masturbating doesn't mean I'm all excited and ready to go, I'm not going to run off to the bathroom or my truck to masturbate all over the fucking place. It really fucking irritates me when people will say shit like that about me, to what they think is behind my back.
I'm so fucking pissed off, I'm so sick of women. For the most part here they're either from out of town or Ohio and they drive like complete idiots.
Oh, I want to turn right, but I can't see the GREEN FUCKING ARROW after the main light goes red. How hard is it to notice the dual light bulbs in the signal with one signaling a green arrow so you can turn right on red?
What is it about left hand turn lanes that will make people take insane chances while the light is already green or turning yellow to gun it and make a 4g turn, yet when they're stuck at the red and it turns green, it takes them fucking forever to go.
I'm usually watching the light - it turns green and I gun it. Get as many damn people through that light as possible. Less sitting - less gas wasted. That's my ideology. It only makes sense, right? I mean... a left turn light usually lasts MAYBE 4-5 cars deep depending on the intersection, and these dolts will lollygag at the green arrow long enough for me to think, Hell I could have gone at least twice by now.
Why is it so damn hard for women from Ohio in minivans to NOT drive 70 mph down IN930 in New Haven? I'm sick of being tailgated until they find an opening to hammer it into just so they can stop at the next red light. Where I come putting up right behind them again. It's just a vicious cycle of stupidity and a giant waste of gas. Unless you drive like a grandma, you have no right to complain about the price of gas. Granted I don't drive like a grandma all the time, but I do most of the time. at or 5 over the limit, I take it casually, speed very seldomly and I let people have the right of way.
(5:55 pm)
What the fuck is up with my internet. I'm sittin here connected for almost a half hour and then apparently it doesn't want to work anymore. I'm typing this not connected to the internet. Talk about fucking frustrated.
And then I get this job today, I'm supposed to hook up a "DATA" line for a "PHONE".
First off, the workorder doesn't make any fucking sense. It's either for a phone, or a date connection - it can't be both.
I get there and it's a single line so they can dial into some random machine. I get done and hook it up to an analog and call my brother to tell him to put me on the schedule for this other job when the rest of my equipment gets in from our supplier.
He starts in on rambling about how I'm supposed to ask someone who knows whats going on about the job I was just at. There in lies the goddamn problem. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO ASK. I can't start asking things i don't know about. How is that possible?
It's like asking something about plumbing. I have no idea about plumbing - which is why I ask someone who does to look at it and give me advice on it.
(6 pm)
Goddamn, my wireless still doesn't seem to want to fucking work.
So I was talking to my mom the other day about how my brother won't do jack shit to help anyone else out - even though he'll command you go help him out. Like when you move.
I moved him into my parents when they got out of the army. I moved them out of my parents and into their apartment. Then I helped them out of their apt. into their house. That's 3 times.
He helped me take one load from my apartment to his house when I moved in. Then I moved everything from his house to this apartment.
Heaven forbid he gets off his lazy video-game playing ass to help out his family for a change.
Oh but since my mom made him and Terry help me move the washer/dryer and frige from her house to my house, that constitutes full blown help and he'll bring it up when I say come over and help me move the rest of this stuff from my apt to my house.
Just you guys watch. I wish I had a video camera. I really do. I can hear the words he's saying right now in his sarcastic little "holier than thou" attitude he's always had.
Why can't anything be easy? Everyone buys a house, everyone moves right in. I just got done ripping pretty much the entire wall out of my hallway today. It's no longer there. Kaput. Gone. All to get to the 14' long, 4" wide CAST IRON sewage pipe running to my basement that for some reason seems to be leaking when you turn on any of the upstairs plumbing. Nope. Can't move in, turn on the water and start living there. Nah. I have to spend money to replace a friggen sewage pipe after I've already spent, WELL over $800 on the house in misc parts, tools, flooring and whatnot.
(6:05 pm)
Yep... wireless still not working, so I'm going to continue. Hope you're enjoying because I'm breathing easier.
Speaking of my brother, why is it that anything I'm excited about he doesn't care? I thought American Beauty was a great movie, he refuses to watch it if I bring it over. BUT, any movie or game he buys new he CALLS me and says DUDE COME OVER MAN THIS GAME IS GREAT!!!!!!!!!!
Why can't things which are important to me be important to him at the same time? or even remotely? I mean, just fake it for all I care.
(6:10pm)
Gah. I might have more ranting later.
(6:17 pm)
Why... oh why can I absolutely and completely ignore both of my alarms? I mean granted, I was awake until 2 am... but that shit wasn't my fault. My parents dryer took 4 fucking hours to dry one load. Perhaps I should have checked the settings, but goddamn I can't wait until I don't have to take my laundry elsewhere to do it. Then I can start on it on Saturday instead of Sunday night.
There, my internet is back on... ok it wasn't, but it is now almost 10 minutes later. Fucking wireless router.
Awww, I'm sorry James. I don't know what to tell you other than I think that is the most comprehensive rant I've ever read. Not that it's good thing to have so much to rant about.
The sad part is I have more...
Like... the nose pieces to my glasses. Yeah one fell off Friday, then again last night so I just ripped the other one off. My eye lashes are long so they're constantly hitting them. Drives me insane.
Like... the nose pieces to my glasses. Yeah one fell off Friday, then again last night so I just ripped the other one off. My eye lashes are long so they're constantly hitting them. Drives me insane.
I've have that happen. One of the most annoying things ever.
Blaring Dope is a good way to headbang.
I'll take your word for it.
I don't know what kind of pizza I want.
BBQ chicken, Buffalo chicken, or just pepperoni.
BBQ chicken, Buffalo chicken, or just pepperoni.
what kind of music do you listen to Amber? Just anything, or the softer side of music?
BBQ chicken. I haven't had that in a long time.
last time I got that they screwed it up. I told them to not put the cheddar on it, but they did anyway... even after he asked me twice, no cheddar right?
A lot of different things. Anything that sounds good and holds my attention.
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