Specifically, the sciatic nerve that runs from my heel up to my butt, can fuck right off. Especially as I can't afford to go get that treated.
Your turn.
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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Sorry you're hurting, HH. Feel better soon!
Helen Fisher, Joy Behar and their ilk can fuck off with glass-studded graham crackers and moldy diaper-rash cream. My Thanksgiving will have sixteen people this year, you shrivelled-wombed, empty-armed harpies. At three tables. And of those, only two are not descendants. While you will no doubt enjoy the holiday either heating up a frozen turkey leg alone or glomming onto some family who wasn't so fastidious about "littering."
I look forward to pointing and laughing at you as you fade into unloved, bitter spinsterhood while those of us who didn't think we were too good for other people revel in the love of our families. Fuck off and die in your lonely obscurity.
Oh, and my daughter's worthless custody lawyer can fuck off and die - de jure, de facto and pro se. He's been stalling her case since fucking June, and yet again this morning not only didn't have her papers ready this morning, but didn't even show up. Gormless pigfucker tried to dump her case a couple of weeks ago, and didn't even have the balls to say so. Just left a message with his secretary.
So Monday we go back to his office and wait, with three small children (2, 2 and 4) in tow. We'll bring toys (noisy ones) and a box of pop-tarts, and we'll wait patiently in his waiting room until he produces her paperwork. We'll see if his leaden-assed procrastination can outlast the takedown of his office and his nerves.
Hey, Joel--glad to see you back, but sorry your daughter's having such trouble. I could tell stories from my childhood that would show how completely I understand, but I really don't like to think about it.
I should feel somewhat better in about six more weeks. Dear Daughter is due on New Year's Eve or New Year's Day.
Strep throat can fuck off. I already spent a week feeling like crap back in September--enough is enough.
The local radio station that was so eager to beat its rival at playing Christmas music first and started TODAY can FTFO with rusted jingle bells. I hate your commercial-ridden guts.
Finally, whoever or whatever got screwed up in Arizona that it led to the mistaken euthanizing of a dog that saved soldiers' lives in Afghanistan can fuck off. That is just too sad for words.
P.S. Sorry about your sciatica, HH! Hope you get a little relief.
HH, I have sciatic nerve pain from time to time. You're doing leg lifts and pelvic tilts, right? Those seem to ease me.
I am watching my seventh job in a row crumble out from under me. Maybe I'm just bad luck. Expect two job offers in the next week or so, though, both still here in Central Florida, so it's not as bad as it could be. I like a challenge and a learning curve as well as the next person, but damn.
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