For all the smack I talk, mostly via inner monologue because I really don't like conflict or hurting people I like, I'm generally a happy person. When I am stressed out, bummed out, or just plain pissed off, I really do try to keep it to myself. I like my blog to be a place of positivity...you catch more flies with honey, right? Well, sometimes you just have to let it out. So that's what made me think of Bitch and Moan Monday. Share your complaints, leave it here, and move on to a great week!!
****Now available: anonymous commenting is turned on! If your bitches and moans are too private or embarrassing to link your name to, there will be an option to leave it anonymously! I won't even know who it is commenting! Feel free to leave it here!
Facebook, why do you hurt me like this? Don't you know I'm absolutely obsessed with you? That checking you every 20 minutes from my phone or the nearest computer is the only thing that saves me from the princess and baby saturated world that I live in, and sometimes is the only adult contact I get all day long? You are not allowed to go schizo. Even though you are a free service used by billions of people, you must function well at all times. I should not have to try six times to log in, then refresh nine times to get the current live feed. And the constant (1) by my inbox, falsely indicating an awaiting, unread message that is not there? That, Facebook, is threatening to spin my OCD riddled brain off its axis. Please rectify this situation immediately before I have to find a productive hobby. Thanks.
My husband and his damn car-he spent seven hours in the garage today. SEVEN. Unless he's got a girlfriend stashed in the water heater or a Beertender
that I'm not aware of, (hiding a Beertender-grounds for divorce, yo) what could possibly be so entertaining on a car that you could spend seven hours tinkering with it? His response? What was so entertaining about blogging/Facebook/Twitter/recapping that you spent a collective seven hours yesterday working on it? Touche, Mr. Floren. Touche.The sickness I bitched about last week? It lingered all week, annoying me more than anything else. I finally announced this on Thursday to the Twitterverse:
Do you hear that sound? That's karma laughing her bitch ass off. I woke up Friday morning pretty sure death was imminent, and although I have slept virtually all weekend, I have yet to feel better. I was standing in the kitchen this afternoon, went to blew my nose, actually semi-dislodged some of the congestion in my sinuses, and popped my inner ear so hard I lost my equilibrium and ended up on my ass almost unconscious. That's fun.
So, my darlings, what's got your goat this morning? Don't want to go to work? Don't want to pay the mortgage? Your team lose in the Super Bowl that nobody cared about? Do tell me in the comments.
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