I've been awake since 2 am. It's going to be a long day. It's barely started and it can already go fuck itself.
Take yours out in the comments.
A place to vent your frustrations and, just maybe, feel a little better for having told them to FO. With Cheese.
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Insomnia DOES suck. My sympathies.
I'm actually in a pretty good mood today (summer semester is over and I have a short break now), but I will issue a blanket FO to all those in the gummint who think that it's their job to control our behavior - to tell us what car and how much we can drive, what we can eat, how much electricity we can use, how we can raise our children, and maybe even what we can say on our blogs. Oh, and eventually, want to tell us what kind of medical treatment we "deserve."
Micromanaging fools who vote themselves pay-raises and exempt themselves from the laws others will be subjected to can FO.
Oh god yes, the Nanny-staters can fuck off.
And Ricki, those snobbish neo-Luddites you wrote about who eschew air conditioning can FOAD. Along with those meddling bureaucreeps who want everyone to install a thermostat that some gummint prick can turn of whenever they want can too.
And insomnia. I've (thankfully) rarely been hit with it but it sucks when it happens.
Tornadoes can fuck off. Just fuck off.
Willie Herenton can fuck off, arrogant bastard. Thankfully the fuckity fuck actually did resign yesterday, but in his resignation speech actually had the balls to say something like: "Not to sound arrogant, but I'd give myself an 'A.' I'll be a hard act to follow." If by "hard act to follow" he means it'll be difficult to out-crony or out-corrupt him, he's right. The fucking BALLS on this cat. Now we need to hope that Mephians don't vote Jerry "The King" Lawler into office. Stranger things ... stranger things.
Sinus headaches that make you see stars can fuck off. Especially when they come while the baby's in a mood to squeal at the top of his lungs.
Moderate heart attacks at 39 can fuck the FUCKING hell off. So can my cousin's husband for FUCKING refusing to take reasonable FUCKING care of himself after he FUCKING has one. Dude, you have a daughter that just turned a year old, and another one that's about to turn seven. YOUR DAUGHTERS DO NOT DESERVE TO GROW UP CALLING SOMEONE ELSE "DADDY." YOUR YOUNGEST DAUGHTER DOESN'T DESERVE TO NOT REMEMBER YOU. GROW THE FUCK UP, GIVE UP THE FUCKING NUTTER BARS AND FUCKING WHITE BREAD, AND LIVE A WHILE LONGER, YOU FUCKTARD.
I feel your pain on insomnia. I get it about every 6 months. And the worst part is the *next* night, when you're thinking, "Will I be able to sleep tonight?"
Thank God for Benadryl.
Weeks like this can FTFO. I'm tired of being the red shirt on Star Trek.
Spreadsheets can fuck off.
Spreadsheets manipulated by stupid fuckbrains can fuck off with a burning keyboard.
Stupid fuckbrains who manipulate fucking spreadsheets because they are just flexing their fucking miniscule muscles can fuck off with a high capacity battery connected to their nether regions.
Corporate headquarters that send out fucking stupid spreadsheets without telling stupid fuckbrains just aching to flex their fucking miniscule muscles can fuck off with extreme prejudice while wearing a clown suit in an insane asylum.
And this week? I'm not the junior ensign wearing the red shirt. I'm that fucking Romulan about to get blasted out of space.
And here's a FUCK YEAH!: my broadband connection was fixed yesterday, by a very polite and professional technician. The poor bastard even climbed into the attic. But he found the problem, and I'm back to normal.
PS: My sympathies on the insomnia, Emily. For whatever reason, I woke up last night as well, and couldn't get back to sleep either. If you're telepathic, maybe we can count sheep together.
PPS: The nanny staters can take a flying leap at a rolling hand grenade. Just let me pull the pin first.
Petty local politicians who take out their fucking grudge against the paper by lying to my face about materiaI need to do a project that's for their fucking benefit can fuck off with a big old brontosaurus-foreskin cowboy boot in their useless chairwarming asses. It's not the fucking Watergate tapes, you ass ferrets, it's just the goddamn county fair. How much pleasure can it possibly give you to fuck around with me on that?
WHile I'm at it, managers in other departments who drag their feet on a 168-page publication and leave me to come up with the material (from those same fucking politicians) when I've already asked for a couple of measly days off to take my boys camping can fuck off with white-out where it will irritate their precious little nerve endings the most. Now I have to either spend 48-hour days down here next week or tell my boys that we can't really go after all. Let the fucking worthless pricks who dragged this out disappoint their kids, but leave mine alone.
I'm with ya on the insomnia bus. Lying in bed doing the math subtracting 2:41 from 5:15 can fuck off....
Still, I'm on vacation starting tonight. Most everybody can fuck off, for all I care....
The registrar's office at my undergrad alma mater can fuck off. Three weeks and my check still hasn't been cashed? The phone number goes straight to voicemail and there's no response to my e-mail? WTF? The registrar's office never gets transcript requests over the summer? And why not accept credit cards, you bungholios?
Other than that, getting hired is pretty sweet.
I almost forgot--the dumbass construction people who didn't put the "lane closed ahead" sign far enough on the shoulder of the road, and it wound up whacking my side mirror, can fuck off. You all are so lucky my side mirrors fold in, and that my car is older so the plastic's already scratched. But it still made a new scratch and that sucks.
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