Why Are You Pissed Off Today?

x2. Tomorrow will be shit for me. When I finally do settle down tomorrow night for a beverage it will be well deserved.

When you say stuff like this it takes away the aura of a flask in your desk you swig all day. We prefer the fantasy.
 
No that's still there. It just isn't deserved. You gotta focus on key words like that.
 
Pshhh, who am I, Rambo?

I just compulsively feel I'm lazy so I work two jobs (one normal 9-6 and the other teaching nights and weekends) 7 days a week to assuage the associated guilt with the perceived laziness.

(I was constantly labelled lazy by my parents, something which I've probably internalized to unhealthy levels)
 
I have two new Privates right the fuck out of initial entry training and a two-week hardcore no-shit-you-assholes-might-get-killed-doing-this field exercise coming up precipitously. Problem is, Thing 1 & Thing 2 have only their Basic Training issue gear and they need considerably more than that. It's too late to requisition gear -- it takes months -- and of course no one thought of that before cutting them their orders. So I'm spending the afternoon with a buddy assembling two rifleman's kits out of hunting equipment, rock climbing gear, and old crap of his from the Marines in the 90's, which is really gear from the 80's because Marines get shit gear. The kids will be mission capable but severely jacked-up; they're going to show up at this high-speed training site looking like Airsoft rejects in four patterns of camouflage, ALICE packs, and 782 gear.

The stress is, when we get to the site and do a gear layout I'm either going to be high-fived or chewed out. I have no idea which and it's still three weeks away. And of course, this is supposed to be a "one weekend a month" gig and unfucking this mess has eaten up entire days that I don't get paid for. FML.
 
There are too many people on this fucking planet, and technically, it's illegal for me to try and fix that.
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I swear to God, every time I log into SF and see Stitches with more than double the number of daily posts as the next guy it immediately drains my enthusiasm. I still go for some things where I need a wide array of opinions, but Dumb Threads is really....Dumb now.

I actually thought you were being facetious so I thought I'd check in Safari to see the stats. HOLY SHIT, its worse than you said:

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I tried to take a nap but couldn't even though I wasn't tired. I need to start smoking weed or something.
 
It's pretty amusing that the top two posters are a guy who has absolutely nothing to say and agrees with everyone and a guy who has everything to say and argues with everyone. And yet they rarely interact.

Its like a married couple who never venture over to the others side of the bed.
 
Can the married posters chime in? Isn't that par for the course?

My wife and I trade sides every so often, usually when one or the other of us has nightmares more than two nights in a row. For some reason, trading sides makes them go away.
 
I just repacked all of my clothes into new boxes. I have such nice shit. Sweaters, jackets, pants, and almost none of it's been worn. I'd say 60% of the items still had the tags on. Granted, this is by design and environment (when the fuck would I need a sweater in Miami?), but it still saddens me. My current wardrobe of gymwear and Hanes t-shirts pales in comparison.
 
I'm not hating on him. More like complete disbelief that he's taken over the forum.

It was summed up for me when he recently told off PBooth in the WAYWRN thread for saying that some guy's PS looked bad, saying "wrong thread." When I started lurking WAYWRN was full of that kind of criticism, and sharper, and was known as an intimidating place to post - that's what is was for. Now it's all "looking good brah" and I think this is largely down to Stitches - he's killing it with kindness. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure he's a nice guy, but that's the problem...
 
I have to go to the bank today. I can't go to the usual branch, because that's closed on Saturdays. So I have to go to the one on the south side of town. It's a shitty neighbourhood and there's no fucking parking. Plus it's raining.

What a disaster.

Who actually goes to a bank anymore? That's grandfather stuff.
 
A client paid me in a box full these

That's the stuff of television shows. Pay you in baseball cards too?

Make sure you keep one that you can toss while you walk down the street. It makes you look like you know something other people don't.
 
Mothers day weekend and I'm sick. Last year on the same weekend Little Miss Canuker was sick and the year before it was the Littlest Miss Canuker this fucking blows.
 
Can someone sum up the IS drama. I am too lazy and afraid to read all of it. Or is there drama at all?

I don't even venture into DT anymore on SF, which was the only place I still consistently visited. Nothing interesting anymore.
 
A Canuker just informed me that the medicine he just gave me was a night time formula so I'd better hurry if I want a shower. That shit knocks me right out
 
The administration opened a few vent in the gym wall and yesterday it was very cold in the City so now I'm ill. Fuck you people (in this case neighbours) that only go to the gym and don't train the propper way to get your blood pumping and tmeperature up and complain that the gym is "too hot, make some vents to get fresh air". Stupid girls that only go to the treadmill 10 minutes and then to Zumba. Now I have to buy medicines! :mustresist-29:
 
Afraid? Please, if I could take the gay pill I would. Women be crazy.

Having worked around gay men in the past, I can assure you they are equals. It comes down to cock and balls because you'll see the same amount of tears and conversations about feely-weelys.
 

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