Need to finish writing a paper. Don't want to. However, I need to stop complaining and get to work. Be back in an hour.
Warning, incoherent ranting ahead. Mad at slow transactions, mad at a game I'm addicted too but getting sick of, no caffeine, computer lag everywhere, no sibling to nag and complain too, transaction staff are all slow and annoying and never help, I should have written SO MUCH BY NOW but I wrote NOTHING, sick of being a writer, sick of having no where to complain, I'm a coward, I'm a failure, there's still no caffeine, sick of all the people who stalk me on facebook, sick of facebook being dumb, sick of being 20, sick of looking like a dramatic idiot, where's my caffeine, your happiness angers me, sick of all the projects I have to do, sick of saying I'll do something but never do what I say I'll do, sick of cheap caffeine I want Name Brand caffeine, sick of all these bad dreams haunting me, sick of snow, sick of rain, sick of winter, sick of the limbo between winter and spring, sick of waiting for a real spring, it freaking snowed this morning, seriously where's my caffeine I better have water.
Bumped into the corner of a display yesterday, didn't hit it all that hard, and now I have a massive bruise stretching from my hip to my knee. Thinking it's time to have my platelet count checked again. Even on low dose blood thinners the bruising shouldn't be this extreme... I'm so freakin' tired of this fight I could just scream.
ive been a bit of a dweeb and forgot to do something for my sociology lesson. but that's not why im here i think i might have done something to my shoulder, it hurts a lot and the pain goes into the back of my neck -.-
My oven has turned a loaf of bread that should have been golden brown after 50 minutes on 350 to a blackend hunk in 15 minutes at mygoddamnovensthermostatisfucked. So that's 6 hours of bread baking down the drain.
Arrrrggggghhhhhh!!!!! Charcoal! So I guess I won't post the pictures of the pumpkin yeast bread I made yesterday . . .
After several weeks of being scheduled only two evenings a week on my part time retail job, I found out this evening I'm back on for five evenings a week, starting next Monday. I should be thrilled, right? More work, more pay, right? I can't stand it! I am so demoralized I could just scream. Five nights a week doing that after teaching all day? You want I should lie down on the floor and bawl? Really, the only writing I should be doing for awhile is tarting up my CV.
I'm just about done with all my atheist chat groups. They become as a pimple, over time growing in ferocity, narrowing to a puss-filled point in need of a squeeze. I need out and away from the puss. Buh-bye angry-for-the-sake-of-being-angry atheists. It was fun, now it's not.
Okay ...have you seen a doctor for it? Do you have any idea how it happened? Did you sleep on it 'wrong?' Or did you injure it in some other way that you know of? If it persists, make sure you get it seen to. You can't treat it properly, if you don't know what's wrong.
Don't do chat groups, but I'm saddened by the state of atheism these days, too. The anger and the smug superiority makes us all look like dicks. It is possible to be areligious without being anti-religious. I don't care what others choose to believe as long as they afford me the same courtesy, and a nativity scene at city hall doesn't send me into a hissy fit.
Nor I. I was just thoroughly trounced in one of the last groups I belong to (Gay + Atheist) for expressing my love of the novel DUNE. It seems that the presence of Baron Vlad in those books makes my affection for them utter heresy. The flames are burning ever higher as we speak around my feet and legs, the stake itself begins to catch light. Ridiculous.
Second this. It's as if atheists think they've uncovered something important when they decide that G(g)od(s) isn't/aren't truly existing beings. Obviously, I don't speak of all, but far too many I've interacted with get some complex, as if answering a metaphysical changes so much. Now, on a personal level, it's an incredibly important question, and I wouldn't dare dismiss its value. But people thinking they've found truth and found they're "right" -- well, just wasting time and spewing horse shit.
It's a phase like everything else. Some of us go through it at 13. Others , 18. Others, never. Then there are those who get stuck on that phase for the entirety of our lives. That's what happens when you get too smug.
Sorry, @Wreybies, but this had me laughing. The word you're looking for is pus, not puss! Puss is short for pussy, as in cat (and other meanings). Knowing that you're openly gay, "I need out and away from the puss" means something completely different from what I think you were aiming at.
Happiness on the Not Happy thread. It's anarchy, the beginning of the end times! Run for your lives...