All right, I'm following my own advice. Having a bad time of it?Well someone's probably got it worse than you. VENT.

I'll just say one thing....grr.....

I'm not much for pity parties....but I love the title of the thread.

Ok, I hate when people fucking call your place of buisness and ask a question, then when you tell them the answer they are all


"Well, I think you are wrong."

And all you want to do is go..." Well if you are so goddamned smart why the fuck are you bothering me?!"

I hate when people call your work phone and you answer like your suppose to and they are like "What's the name of this place????" When you just said it...

~whines abit~
~smacks self for whining~
ok... Im done.

*Screams and punches wall* Well, I'm good. Off to find some cheerleaders alone in a dark ally... *picks up chainsaw*.

vicious_blood wrote:
I hate when people call your work phone and you answer like your supposed to and they are like "What's the name of this place????" When you just said it

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i do that to my moms work all the time now since she dont work there any more it really funny.

i really hate it when people call and instead of saying "hello" they just shout the name of the person they want to talk to into the fone... yeah, that pisses me off... or what also pisses me off is when little old ladies call my house and talk to me like they know me and then say "it's been nice talking to you"... or when little old ladies touch me in the store...

or i really fucking hate it when people tell me what they hate (lol)

people who steal my identity

Isn't this sort of thing what Xanga's are for?

Beyond that...I have nothing to add....I am always happy all the time. It may be chemically induced most of that time....but I am still happy.



Yep...thats me.....MR Happy.

My main goal in life right now is actually not to be bitter...
After recently being left with 3 small kids to raise by myself, I am desparately clinging to deranged happiness, but these stupid Post Acute Withdrawals (from alcohol, I think) are really pissing me off.

It also really pisses me off when a guy is flirting with me and I know he's going to ask me out, but then I mention that I need to get a babysitter, and he's immediately about to piss his pants or something to get away...I mean, I want to say, "Do you think you are such hot sh!t that I'm gonna cling on to you and want to make you my babies' daddy?" I am not looking for a relationship, just a rebound lay, but dang those are hard to find now. Freakin' morons, thier loss....

Erynn

Capt Bluebeard is Mr Happy....uh huh huh huh

and ms not...you have to understand that most men are affraid of children...esp ones at a bar, or whatever- most guys are looking for the same thing you want....to fuck, but unfortunatly men are stupid and think....uh huh huh shes a gurlll, and girls just want to be all romanticized and blah blah blah..then next thing i know 15 minutes turns into 15 years....sometimes you just have to be blunt...."i need a babysitter so we can go bone" that usually does it.


I hate when things aren't my fault, but because it involves me, it is automatically all me......this has happend 3 times this week, and soon i will kill.

X--Thanks for explaining the male tho't process. I have given up trying to understand it myself.

Maybe if you keep getting blamed for stuff bc you are merely there, you could get some sort of sidekick to follow you around and thereofre share the blame. The lower his self-esteem the better.

but i already have a sidekick who shares the blame...he has no self esteem, and his name is Judas.

This is the bus -> And X just threw Judas under it.. lol nice!

Garcon, I need drinkz.... mannny drinkz! *snap* *snap*

X--Thanks for explaining the male tho't process. I have given up trying to understand it myself.

Maybe if you keep getting blamed for stuff bc you are merely there, you could get some sort of sidekick to follow you around and thereofre share the blame. The lower his self-esteem the better.

It's understandable. I was never used to lesbians, because I live in a small town, so when I moved to Daytona I had a friend who I hung out with all the time that let me know when I was getting hit on. When they said "Let's hang out." I, being a nieve child, was like "I made a new friend!"

but i already have a sidekick who shares the blame...he has no self esteem, and his name is Judas.

LMAO! You two are so fucking nice to each other.