my gripe is driving a half hour out to albert park and a half hour back, paying $10 to play basketball and having the referees what don't speak english call the game like it's fucking ringwood under 12 girls, thus obliterating any enjoyment one can have from playing tuesday night bitchball in the first place. fucktards.
BIG FUCKING GRIPE IS THIS BULLSHIT WEATHER WHICH HAS ALREADY ROBBED ME OF $360 take home in wages, and looks like it's greedy for more. Add to that, big weekend with my Melbourne girlfriend and Valentines day on monday
(I'm a concretor)
Might have to hit up rich older brother for a loan.
My gripe... having to get up every day this week before 11 pm - something I haven't done in years. Note that I normally go to bed round 5 or 6 am so it's a little difficult to adjust my sleeping patterns.
mecka wrote:My gripe... having to get up every day this week before 11 pm - something I haven't done in years. Note that I normally go to bed round 5 or 6 am so it's a little difficult to adjust my sleeping patterns.
Wow, so 17 hrs sleep aint enough???
I kissed a squirrel and I liked it... taste of her acorn chapstick
Working today 7am till 7pm, working tomos 7am till 7pm, working sat 7am till 5pm. Sunday is my only day off. Then start all over again on monday, 7am till 11pm
gripe:
having to drive home stoned in 5:30 PM traffic from business end of town to the other, because of "computer troubles only I know how to fix" which resulted in my brother (who is financial director for big fuck off company) asking me how to print off web pages........
SoulWhiteMan wrote:gripe:
having to drive home stoned in 5:30 PM traffic from business end of town to the other, because of "computer troubles only I know how to fix" which resulted in my brother (who is financial director for big fuck off company) asking me how to print off web pages........
Man you must be seriously stoned SWM, it's only quarter past 4....
This ain't no party
This ain't no disco
This ain't no foolin' around
SoulWhiteMan wrote:gripe:
having to drive home stoned in 5:30 PM traffic from business end of town to the other, because of "computer troubles only I know how to fix" which resulted in my brother (who is financial director for big fuck off company) asking me how to print off web pages........
Man you must be seriously stoned SWM, it's only quarter past 4....
this happened last night.
The angst is still there.
SoulWhiteMan wrote:gripe:
having to drive home stoned in 5:30 PM traffic from business end of town to the other, because of "computer troubles only I know how to fix" which resulted in my brother (who is financial director for big fuck off company) asking me how to print off web pages........
Man you must be seriously stoned SWM, it's only quarter past 4....
this happened last night.
The angst is still there.
You need Dr Phil.... I feel your pain
This ain't no party
This ain't no disco
This ain't no foolin' around
great_magnet wrote:
Man you must be seriously stoned SWM, it's only quarter past 4....
this happened last night.
The angst is still there.
You need Dr Phil.... I feel your pain
yeah, but I don't want to go onto TV to face some psuedo articulate southener with a bald head who drives a yellow Ferrari and listen to him tell me what the fuck is going down....angst problems, no shit, I just beat up that guy behind the camera for holding that fluffy microphone thingy too close to my head.......
SoulWhiteMan wrote:
this happened last night.
The angst is still there.
You need Dr Phil.... I feel your pain
yeah, but I don't want to go onto TV to face some psuedo articulate southener with a bald head who drives a yellow Ferrari and listen to him tell me what the fuck is going down....angst problems, no shit, I just beat up that guy behind the camera for holding that fluffy microphone thingy too close to my head.......
Do you know how highly that would rate? I'll even hold Dr Phil down for you and we can randomly insert pieces of furniture into him...
This ain't no party
This ain't no disco
This ain't no foolin' around
Having every little thing getting under your skin. Temper building up till your at boiling point and one of the fuckers that is tippin you over the edge telling you to "chill out man." Tell this person to F**K off and then they go and make a big issue out of it.
F**K OFF, F**K YOU, YOU F**KING TIP RAT!!
There feeling half ok. Now to get the baseball bat
Having to drop my stepbrother off at the bus going to camp at 7am this morning, getting to work and seeing his sleeping bag in the boot.
Then driving back to his school, only to discover the bus has left and he will be sleeping on the ground in the middle of the bush for the next 9 days.