Rant V - The Drama Strikes Back
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good idea. where the fuck is the drunk thread? did it make it over from the move?
figmentPez
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Grrr, stupid Comcast. My internet was out most of the afternoon.
God damnit, rain! RAIN! All this dryness is driving my allergies into overdrive! I'm tired of waking up with bloody noses!
Two more days of work then I can forget about all this stress and loneliness and moping for four wonderful, drunk days.
I CAN RELATE TO THIS SENTIMENT
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I CAN RELATE TO THIS SENTIMENT[/QUOTE]
I TOO AGREE WITH THIS STATEMENT[/QUOTE]
WE ARE IN AGREEMENT THEN
My entire body aches from 14 hours of moving some friends out of their house and into a new one. Flight after flight of stairs carrying pile of shit after pile of shit. Ugh, If there's anything I can think of that's worse than moving, I may just kill myself. I'm going to be an old man tomorrow. This is worse than the time a bunch of us at the station tried the 300 workout. Let me tell you, if any criminal had tried to make me run that night, I would have just shot him in the back.
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I CAN RELATE TO THIS SENTIMENT[/QUOTE]
I TOO AGREE WITH THIS STATEMENT[/QUOTE]
WE ARE IN AGREEMENT THEN[/QUOTE]
FUCK YES, AGREEMENT. :toocool:
I CAN RELATE TO THIS SENTIMENT[/QUOTE]
I TOO AGREE WITH THIS STATEMENT[/QUOTE]
WE ARE IN AGREEMENT THEN[/QUOTE]
FUCK YES, AGREEMENT. :toocool:[/QUOTE]
RANT: I DON'T AGREE WITH YOUR AGREEMENT
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I CAN RELATE TO THIS SENTIMENT[/QUOTE]
I TOO AGREE WITH THIS STATEMENT[/QUOTE]
WE ARE IN AGREEMENT THEN[/QUOTE]
FUCK YES, AGREEMENT. :toocool:[/QUOTE]
RANT: I DON'T AGREE WITH YOUR AGREEMENT[/QUOTE]
FUUUUUUUUUU
MY BACK OH GOD THE PAIN WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED TO MY BACK
..Ahem.
So I think every muscle in my back just spasmed at once and fuck does it hurt.
We now return to your regularly scheduled programming
..Ahem.
So I think every muscle in my back just spasmed at once and fuck does it hurt.
We now return to your regularly scheduled programming
I'm going to break free from my lurking to RAAAANT!
One hell of a day yesterday. Got a call from someone who doesn't speak english asking for me... most people would ignore it as a telemarketer selling vitamins nobody should ever take, however, in my wonderful world, my mother 4 years ago ran off to Egypt to marry some random dude she met on the internet. Anyway, it's this random dude, whom I believe is now an ex-husband of hers, trying to explain in a mixture of english and arabic (I think a little bit of welsh was thrown in there for good measure as well) about how he found my mom sitting on the street talking to people who weren't there. Of course, mental hospital she goes... a mental hospital in Cairo of all places.
At that point, already, I want nothing to do with it. Dealt with it before, got sick of it years ago.
Of course, nothing in life is ever simple.
The good ol US Embassy of Cairo is now involved. Once again, I can't get the facts straight because I can't understand the dude, but the jist of things after talking to a FEW people from different areas of the situation is that she's being shipped back to the US in a few days. How it got to that point? Can't seem to get that answer out of anyone.
Trying to call the US Embassy of Cairo there, which is of course an international number... and skype seems to have a shit connection to it. I wasted about 6 dollars in skype credit trying to get through because my calls kept dropping, or they couldn't hear me, I couldn't hear them. You know, the usual stuff that happens when you're calling a US Embassy about your wack job of a fucking mother.
Finally got through and basically, her "caretakers" (whomever the hell they are) got all the paperwork through to send her back here. Once again, not exactly sure how it got to that point, I only had 4 dollars left in skype credit, and with my prior luck trying to get a connection to stay
Big problem with that. Nobody has the facilities to take care of her. She has not a damn dime, she's a mess. Her mother? Open heart surgery...tomorrow... for the second time in a year. Not that she has any space where she lives, or any money/time to feed and keep this lady under her watch. Me? Can barely afford to feed myself. My brother? He spends most of the year under the sea (not in a yellow pinapple, sadly, but a submarine). Other family has not wanted anything to do with her for years.
So now, as opposed to focusing on shit that needs to get done for me at the time being, I'm contacting international embassies and various other US services trying to figure out what the hell I need to do with this damned lady. Running through a bunch of options, but none of them as simple as "Sign here and be done with it for another year or two".
One day I hope to have children and I hope their mothers a bitch. And every time they complain about their mother being a bitch, I can bring up the shit like this and shut them up.
I've been (and shall continue to be) tribulated.
One hell of a day yesterday. Got a call from someone who doesn't speak english asking for me... most people would ignore it as a telemarketer selling vitamins nobody should ever take, however, in my wonderful world, my mother 4 years ago ran off to Egypt to marry some random dude she met on the internet. Anyway, it's this random dude, whom I believe is now an ex-husband of hers, trying to explain in a mixture of english and arabic (I think a little bit of welsh was thrown in there for good measure as well) about how he found my mom sitting on the street talking to people who weren't there. Of course, mental hospital she goes... a mental hospital in Cairo of all places.
At that point, already, I want nothing to do with it. Dealt with it before, got sick of it years ago.
Of course, nothing in life is ever simple.
The good ol US Embassy of Cairo is now involved. Once again, I can't get the facts straight because I can't understand the dude, but the jist of things after talking to a FEW people from different areas of the situation is that she's being shipped back to the US in a few days. How it got to that point? Can't seem to get that answer out of anyone.
Trying to call the US Embassy of Cairo there, which is of course an international number... and skype seems to have a shit connection to it. I wasted about 6 dollars in skype credit trying to get through because my calls kept dropping, or they couldn't hear me, I couldn't hear them. You know, the usual stuff that happens when you're calling a US Embassy about your wack job of a fucking mother.
Finally got through and basically, her "caretakers" (whomever the hell they are) got all the paperwork through to send her back here. Once again, not exactly sure how it got to that point, I only had 4 dollars left in skype credit, and with my prior luck trying to get a connection to stay
Big problem with that. Nobody has the facilities to take care of her. She has not a damn dime, she's a mess. Her mother? Open heart surgery...tomorrow... for the second time in a year. Not that she has any space where she lives, or any money/time to feed and keep this lady under her watch. Me? Can barely afford to feed myself. My brother? He spends most of the year under the sea (not in a yellow pinapple, sadly, but a submarine). Other family has not wanted anything to do with her for years.
So now, as opposed to focusing on shit that needs to get done for me at the time being, I'm contacting international embassies and various other US services trying to figure out what the hell I need to do with this damned lady. Running through a bunch of options, but none of them as simple as "Sign here and be done with it for another year or two".
One day I hope to have children and I hope their mothers a bitch. And every time they complain about their mother being a bitch, I can bring up the shit like this and shut them up.
I've been (and shall continue to be) tribulated.
Completely insignificant: in the sample I tried on my wall, the paint was a nice light grey. Now that my whole living room's done, it turns out to be grey with a nice hazy pink touch to it. Personally, I wouldn't say it's ugly, honestly, but, as a guy living alone, I didn't really need a pink-tinged living room -_-
The ladies will love it. Don't worry about it.
wow
huh
suddenly, I have it pretty well and really shouldn't be in this thread
huh
suddenly, I have it pretty well and really shouldn't be in this thread
It's a blow to my pride as a do-it-yourselfer, but I broke down and got a crew (that doesn't have a super grasp of English, for the most part) to paint all the trim and windows and whatnot in my house. Now all of our shit is crowded into the middle of the rooms and covered in plastic. For some reason, we didn't anticipate this, so we let my mother come and kidnap the kids for the weekend for the first time ever, which feels really weird. But we do get to go have a wine-drenched slumber party at our friends' house tonight, so in the end... win?
GAH!
I did the assignment, which was easy as hell. It was a gimmie grade! I just forgot to e-mail it in until 20 minutes after it was due! Of course they'll never believe that I did it last night and just didn't e-mail it because what kinda moron would do it, and not e-mail it immediately after completing it?
oy. I'm going to go walk my dog and come home and drink.
I did the assignment, which was easy as hell. It was a gimmie grade! I just forgot to e-mail it in until 20 minutes after it was due! Of course they'll never believe that I did it last night and just didn't e-mail it because what kinda moron would do it, and not e-mail it immediately after completing it?
oy. I'm going to go walk my dog and come home and drink.
HOLY SHIT there was a huge fight outside a frat house about a block away from where I live. I ended up calling the cops on the whole thing. I got the in-depth story in my halforums blog, but the TL;DR version is thus: One loud mouth drunk asshole instigated a fight between about 40. He's a rush too, so I'm guessing he blew his chance on getting in.
You think that's bad? My friend (yes, the one you ALL know about) is barely scrapping together money for food and rent... and yet she had money for a new iPhone and a trip to PAX. It's less than a week before her next court date too... if she had that kind of money to spend, she could have gotten a real lawyer instead of that public assigned one she received. *facepalm*
Wow.
I'm trying to convince myself that it's a privilege to struggle for the things I have in my life. But is the sense of personal accomplishment enough to outweigh the pleasure of having things handed to you on a silver platter?
It feels like a Ducktales morality tale about the value of a hard-earned dollar or something, which I'm just a little too hesitant to swallow.
Am I the only one who uses this thread anymore? Oh well.
Rant: For the love of Fuck! I'm over her. It's not even just something I say. I seriously have moved on. I mean, if she wandered into my room one dark and stormy night, I'm not saying I'd kick her out. But I am seriously not interested in pursuing her for a relationship in any way shape or form anymore.
Then why in the hell did I just throw up when I saw on Facebook that she's in a relationship now?
Rant: For the love of Fuck! I'm over her. It's not even just something I say. I seriously have moved on. I mean, if she wandered into my room one dark and stormy night, I'm not saying I'd kick her out. But I am seriously not interested in pursuing her for a relationship in any way shape or form anymore.
Then why in the hell did I just throw up when I saw on Facebook that she's in a relationship now?
Because it's a relationship with Ron Jeremy?
Maybe you ate some bad shellfish?
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