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AARGH!.

Well, it's 7 in the morning, how angry can you expect me to be?

I wish I could use 80 grit sand paper to apply tabasco sauce to a certain someones eyeballs!!

*kicks self for taking it to far*
*kicks door for kicking self too hard*

Two sentences! Two ^%$#! sentences!

*smashes all glass within a one mile radius*

*takes a sledgehammer to anything/anyone in my path*

Nope, didn't do the trick. Still pissed off.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BUT THAT'S NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Or compassionate, or reasonable for that matter. f****** hell. f****** HELL. How the f*** is ANYONE supposed to deal with that? And I'm supposed to help a person do exactly what when there are literally no options? Oh. My. God. What kind of country do I f****** live in, anyways?

*reminds self to register to vote. And maybe contribute money to the campaign. And maybe figure out a way to rig the election.*

(If you think you know what I'm talking about, you are almost certainly wrong)

Goddamn it, the whole situation with [Thing I Can't Talk About #1] just pisses me the f*** off so much. I mean, [TICTA1] has been around for a long time, and a lot of people are pissed off at [TICTA1] and that goddamn corrupt/greedy/incompetent [Person I Can't Talk About #1], and have been for a long time, but recently it's been hitting me particularly hard for some reason.

It's just more evidence that everything involving [TICTA2] turns to s***, which I'm sure is the prevailing opinion. What has me so angry is that [TICTA1] could have been such a great shining exception. And if I were a part of it, I know I could make a difference, I know that [TICTA1] could have worked well.

I don't even know who the hell to be mad at. [PICTA1] is the common scapegoat for obvious reasons, but I really wonder how truthful [PICTA2] really is; and reinforces the notion that a lot of the perception of [TICTA2] is actually just true. And so little is public information; just going off of words of others....




Seriously, nothing has ever made me this completely full of rage for this long. Usually I'm very passive, but I have flashes of anger now and then when I get caught off guard or something. But afterwards when I think about it, I get back under control, realize overreacting is bad, etc etc. But this, goddamn [TICTA1], just gets me more angry the more I think about it, if anything. And sometimes it seems like nobody else even wants [TICTA1] back to what it once was; everyone's accepted the current s***** as just the way things are.

This is (past) the point where usually when I'm ranting about something, I realize something's not important to get worked up over, or that nobody really cares, or that being calm and rational is the best thing to do. But.... godddamn it, this is f****** important (to me, anyway, and almost unquestionably [TICTA2] as a whole), there's nothing I can do (except maybe a ton of money or a ton of violence; neither of which are really practical) since [PICTA1] is the only one with any power to change the situation.

I.... don't know why I go around looking for specific information on [TICTA1], since I know it's always going to be the same thing or worse. If it got better, I'd hear about it from other communication channels anyway. I just need to stop, but every time I'm reminded of it I go looking again, and since [TICTA2] was practically centered around it, it's hard to go for long without hearing it at least mentioned.

And what's even more frustrating is that I can't talk about it (for real) here; and even if I could it's not like it would help. But I can't mention it here, not in meatspace... I've got nothing, all these years, all these people, all the [TICTA3]. f****** hell.

Edit: Oh, and perhaps the whole reason I posted this here instead of "Hate".... I really really feel like punching a wall, but I feel like I might not stop until my hand gives (or the wall, but I think that unlikely). Or bring my fists down on a desk and break it in half or something.

(zero said I could, so I am And you should, too)

Since he won't say what the things and who the people are, I came up with my own things and people so it would make sense to me. Plug them in where appropriate.

thing 1 = time machine (it just worked better than the delorean)
thing 2 = the future
thing 3 = space/time continuums
person 1 = Biff
person 2 = Doc

AAAAAAAAAGH! Life doesn't make sense. God doesn't make sense. The Bible doesn't make sense. All those stupid little restrictions don't make sense. Hell, I don't make sense...

(zero said I could, so I am And you should, too)

Since he won't say what the things and who the people are, I came up with my own things and people so it would make sense to me. Plug them in where appropriate.

thing 1 = time machine (it just worked better than the delorean)
thing 2 = the future
thing 3 = space/time continuums
person 1 = Biff
person 2 = Doc

Ooh, ooh, I want to play!

Thing 1 = Windows XP
Thing 2 = Windows Vista
Thing 3 = Windows versions in general
Person 1 = Bill Gates
Person 2 = Bono

Why not Bono, is the question.

Person 2 = Bono

But w-

Why not Bono, is the question.

How did you know

Back on topic.

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! God dammit, dammit all! I HATE IT! DAMN!

DAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNN THIS! I feel so annoyed, so angry and sad, and because of little things that won't matter even tomorrow morning. And yet, AAAAAAARGH!

*kicks all the teacher who are giving her too much homework*

What the f*** is wrong with you?!?! You KNOW we are just children right?!?! Don't be surprised when you find that nobody comes back to visist you next year. B****s!!!!

Yeah that felt good.

Mwahaha!

We teachers assign lots of homework just to make children miserable. In fact, PL14, you've inspired me to assign a few extra really tough problems for my students to labour over all weekend long. Can you believe that they pay me for this?!

I miss homework. I liked it even when I was in school but only for math and science.

Ya'll. are. CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*screams into pillow*

f*** TODAY.

Preach it.

I had the worse day today. My sister told this 17 year old dude that goes to our church that I like him. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!!!! It was SOO embaressing. And then my mom made me study for chemisty final and when I took a quiz in the computer I got 3 f-ing answers right out of the ENTIRE quiz. I wanted to cry but then I couldn't and then we drove all the way to Dallas and the ride made me feel sick and UGH!!!!!

I just want to sleep now. No more chemistry and no more boys. Just sleep.

Fricking, Frickity FRICK FRICK!! (yes, that is how I talk, I don't swear)

How many things to we have to loose/break in a month?? DAMNIT!

First, the DVD player broke, then I put Paul's ipod through the wash, then our Nintendo DS goes missing (I think I left it on the plane) WITH Scribblenauts in it - which was the funnest game in the history of the world.
Now we've lost one of Ginny's boots. Boots may not seem like a big deal, but we decided to splurge. We decided that we should buy her good quality Stonz booties. Now, one went missing.

We also have had minor stuff just disappear - we had an icecream bin full of blocks that just disappeared off the face of the earth a few months ago, and a (nice) sippy cup that vanished the day we bought it.

WE ARE NOT RICH PEOPLE. I work part time and my husband is a student and we have a kid. We don't have the money to replace this crap. We barely had the money to buy it in the first place.

FRICK!!!

I was just coming in here to bump this thread.

I am soooooo fed up with Bank of America! GRRRRRRRR. I've had to have at least three new debit cards this year, tons of overdraft fees resulting from their mistakes, and now fraudulent charges on my account they they don't find fraudulent because who knows why. The point is someone out there was able to use my account number (not my card because my card was still on me at the time) and get away with it! Now they're taking away the reimbursement they gave me in the first place.

I just spent about 20 minutes getting hung up on and on hold before deciding i'm just going to go into the bank because the phone is getting me nowhere (and has got me nowhere in the past).

I'm done with them, i'm going through the stupid process of switching my direct deposit over to a new bank because my current bank is frickin stupid.

GAH!

AMEN.

I hate Bank of America. They are under the impression I owe them $112 dollars. WHICH I ALREADY FRICKIN PAID THEM.

GODFUCKINGDAMNIT

Morning used to be MY time. I could get up, eat, workout, shower, and relax before I went to school, and even after school. Then you decided to f****** waking up early. GO BACK TO SLEEPING LATE. Being your usual annoying self at 4am is STARTING TO ANNOY ME. But, that's fine. I go to my room, you stay in the living room being a useless f****** drain. What ISN'T f****** COOL is when you decide, suddenly, after days of seeing me shower at 7am before I go to school, that it would be a good idea to use up ALL OF THE f****** HOT WATER taking an HOUR f****** LONG SHOWER before me. HOW THE f*** do you use up all the hot water? We got a HUGE water tank. I shower for 20, sometimes 25 minutes, and there is STILL hot water. But I got in the shower this morning, turned the water on completely hot, and it was ICE f****** COLD. WHAT THE f***?! DO YOU NOT THINK? DID IT NOT OCCUR TO YOU THAT I HAVE PLACES TO BE, AND YOU DO NOT, SO PERHAPS YOU COULD f****** WAIT TO TAKE YOUR WEEKLY SHOWER UNTIL AFTER I'M GONE?!

Also, quit making excuses. Just because you're up early doesn't mean you can sit for nine hours in the chair doing f******. Practice the violin that our father is paying for. Practice your f****** math that I have to take you to on Saturdays. f***.

I'm pissed!!! Brian always gets his bid packet at work about a month before they bid for new shifts. He just got it today, about a week and a half before the bid. So 10 days before I have a baby, I find out that his bid time is at 8:35 am the day after I give birth (and have major surgery!). Our hospital is over an hour away from the airport. So Brian, running on NO sleep, has to drive to Denver at 7am and I'm going to be left alone less than 24 hours after major surgery with a new baby!! I know the nurses will be there, but it's not the same. I can't get out of my bed and pick up the baby. I can't even walk on my own yet. What if they want to take her for testing while he's gone? Brian's always gone along with the babies every time they go for any tests or anything. I don't like the idea of some stranger taking my baby who knows where for who know what test without a parent. It's just a sucky, sucky, sucky situation and there's not really anything I can do about it. He can fill out bid lines in the packet and they'll assign him a shift, but I HATE that idea. I need to be able to know what shifts are available and be able to pick from that. Since I can't predict every scenario of what shifts will be gone, I can't make a good decision on what order of shifts to put on the packet. Because of that, Brian needs to be there in person.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! I HATE THIS!

It's three FRICKIN words why can't you say them or i'll say a different set of 3 words.... GET MY DRIFT?!?!

You know, it's one thing to be hipocrite, but to be a f**king pastor and be a hipocrite? What the f**k?!? Yeah, yeah, pastors aren't perfect either, but being a son of bitch to EVERYONE just because something happened at work is NOT FAIR. If I hear a jingle of mother f**cking keys at the door, I automatically think you will OPEN THE DAMN DOOR BY YOURSELF. Just because the porch light isn't on doesn't mean you can't figure it out. THERE IS A F**KING STREET LIGHT. RIGHT. THERE. Be a MAN! There isn't always gonna be someone there to hold your hand and open the door for you. USE YOU RESOURCES!!!! YOUR A FORTY YEAR OLD MAN. USE YOU WITS. JUST CAUSE YOU FROM AFRICA DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO OPEN THE DOOR!! ESPECIALLY WHEN THERE IS A MOTHERE F**KING STREE LAMP!!!!!!!!!!!!

IF I f****** HEAR "EVACUATE THE DANCEFLOOR," "USE SOMEBODY," "LOVE GAMES," "HOT 'N COLD," OR ANY OTHER SONG FROM MAY OF 2008 UNTIL JUNE OF 2009 AGAIN, I WILL PUT MY GODDAMNED FIST THROUGH A WALL.

That's all.

I don't like this enough for it to be the unnecessarily immense limiting factor its become. UGH....I spent 5 days not hating everything about here, and well, that was a nice almost week.

NEXT TIME YOU F**CKIN GO TO STARBUCKS, YOU BETTER BRING ME BACK SOME GOD D**N COFFEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT THE f***! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF PROBLEMS WITH THIS f****** SOFTWARE! ARRRRRRGGGHHH!!!

GOD f****** DAMMIT. YOU JUST MADE IT LEGAL TO HARASS PEOPLE WHO LOOK LIKE ME, YOU MORON. GAAH. I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO CARRY ID TO FEEL SAFE WALKING AROUND IN THIS STATE. f***.

*medievalist screech*

Godfrey Daniels! Freaking assbutts in the so-called renaissance stupid jerks with their propaganda medieval people were not ignorant or backward AUGH.

I'm trying to make Tyler's birthday cake (he requested a pirate ship) and the cake is falling apart as I ice it, the marshmallow fondant is not coming together for some reason (it was so easy last time that I wondered why I was always so afraid of fondant). I've wasted time & money and my kids are ignored, my baby is screaming and won't let me sit down, my kitchen is a mess and I don't want to clean it up and I'm hot and tired, we had cake scraps and fudgesicles for dinner, oh and Brian works evenings so I have to put the kids to bed myself. I feel so stupid that I can't make this cake work, I feel useless because I can't keep my house clean for more than 20 min and I feel like my kids deserve someone who can give them what they need, since I can't seem to do it.

People are baffled as to why I hate getting a new computer. It's stressful to pick one, knowing that you're stuck with it for ~5 years, and knowing that you have to pick the best you can because it's going to be obsolete tomorrow anyway. And it's highly irritating knowing your expensive new purchase is out of date basically by the time you drive it home. And then you have to port over all your files and it has none of your settings or preferences, and it's probably running a different OS than you're used to so you can't FIND your preferences to change them. And if you're me, the stupid thing takes 45 minutes to boot up the first time and then forces you to reboot the f****** so it can back itself up (you just f****** turned it on, what is it backing up that couldn't have been taken care of in the factory?) which takes another half hour. And while it's at it, it forces you to partition your hard drive, and then completely ignores you when it generously pretends to allow you to pick the sizes of the partitions. So you're all excited and start adding music and maybe a movie or two, and suddenly the drive is full but you have no idea what's going on because you're supposed to have 450GB of space to play with. And you can barely type coherently because they keys are in slightly different places and different sizes.

Well f*** that. I'm so frustrated I could throw it across the room. I want my old computer to work again.

Also while we're at it, what the hell is up with advertising "500GB" when the computer only has, what, 460?

*hate*

Also while we're at it, what the hell is up with advertising "500GB" when the computer only has, what, 460?

Storage vendors consider a kilobyte to be 1000 bytes instead of the traditional 1024 bytes. It's the same for hard drives, solid state drives, and flash memory. f****** dumb, huh?