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Oh, Sound, if only you were right. Nothing to do with my poor, dear long-suffering missus, but more that her 90-year old mother lives with us, and trying to get her to go to bed is like trying to raise the Titanic. Difficult, dangerous and ill-advised. Also, highly desirable, but there would be complaints.Quote:
Originally Posted by soundofmusic
What is it with those old folks, they never need to sleep! I remember all the home nurses I worked with had them addicted to Nyquil.Quote:
Originally Posted by dafydd manton
I don't envy you and the wife. I saw this couple at the grocery store yesterday, they were both white haired themselves and they had mom, still in her silky nighty and bedroom slippers and was trying to get 90 year old dad out of the car, "Now remember day, both feet on the ground...dad didn't look like he had a clue he had feet...:shocked: :confused5: :eek6:
What ever happened to the days when folks went early in their sleep and left you their cool collectible car and a comfortable house and bank account...of course, since I am only 10 years from that age; I'm not quite as much of a cheerleader for the idea as I was at 30:hurray:
Strange, that, isn't it. When you were 25, 55 was positively antediluvian, but now 55 is just a mere spring chicken, a slip of a lad. Hardly feel older than I did when I was 3 stone lighter, had hair which was jet black, no wrinkles, no livers-spots on the hands, all my own teeth, and didn't have to go out once a month for the Preparation H! My dear old Dad is 84, a widower, and spending my inheritance all over the place. Good job I've got used to being poor!!
10 year old keeps house up all night because he is afraid of the dark.
I HATE selfish and inconsiderate people like you. You know what? You're the baby. Act like your 20 and not three years old! [insert name] is afraid of the dark and so he has to sleep in the living room with me, sorry if you can't play your bloody games! That's life. You know what? Sometimes in life, we don't always get to play the Playstation 3 when we want to. Sorry to tell you this, but slamming doors around and making absurd and infinitely selfish and inconsiderate demands is not how a supposed grown-up should act. Jeez man, do you believe that the world revolves around only you? That everyone must sucuumb to every demand of yours? [insert name] at least has a justification for his bratiness; he's 10 and is afraid of the dark, you're 20 flippin' years old and are throwing a fit because you can't play the PS3 at what time? uhhh, 12 at midnight? AND you expect ME to loose even more sleep so that you can play your mindless games? No. Life ain't like that, and if you can't accept that, you'll never move beyond your lethargic video-gaming habits.
I do believe, Scheherazade, considering the premise of the thread I was posting in, I was not asking for help on how to deal with a terrible kisser. I realize you present a hypothetical situation, but considering the context of my post, I was "rant{ing} at people who tick [me] off in real life." My intention was clear.Quote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
Don't give me the guilt trip. Because my name and identity has not been revealed, I am anonymous. I never directly stated my girlfriend's name. She, too, is anonymous. Don't pity me into feeling sorry if my "girlfriend ever found out about my post" because she won't. We're both anonymous. I'd agree that my rant was in poor taste if I named her, and made a concerted effort to defame her publicly. Saying she's a bad kisser hardly qualifies as offensive. Similarly, wouldn't every other person alluded to in these posts be offended by the content? Wouldn't they feel betrayed and slighted that they were ranted about behind their backs? Mind you, the others are complete strangers, free to be defamed at will. I recurrently face this issue at every intimate moment. I'm sure, after tolerating this issue long enough, I'm allowed to joke about it.
Leading me to another rant (but not about you).
Your 18th birthday party was not worth cancelling a trip to Washington D.C., my friend. Sorry you seem to think it was.
To the people who run this building:
Half past one in the morning is not a suitable time for a fire drill. At that time of the night, I expect someone to actually be on fire for my troubles. If you do it again, I will makes sure this is the case. Thank you, you cretins.
I do not give a **** that you want salt on your cucumbers, you will get your goddamn salt on the meat side JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. I will not compromise my artistic integrity just so you can feel as if you have a special sub sandwich. If you really want salted cucumbers, take your business to some thrice accursed corner of the world...like Quiznos. Particular *****.
...later
Oh come on Rod, don't fire me, it was just one slip up.
To my brother's friends: when he passes out on the soccer field, you draw all over him in black magic marker then leave him there? Not cool, what if it snowed and he got hypothermia? What if he had alcohol poisoning? What if some weird old Gacy-esque rapist were cuising around and found him lying there unconcious at six thirty in the morning?
It's pricks like those that give my bad age group a poor reputation. Good on you for confronting them.Quote:
To my brother's friends: when he passes out on the soccer field, you draw all over him in black magic marker then leave him there? Not cool, what if it snowed and he got hypothermia? What if he had alcohol poisoning? What if some weird old Gacy-esque rapist were cuising around and found him lying there unconcious at six thirty in the morning?
Edit: Lol, I meant: give my age group a poor reputation. They've even got me thinking it on a subconscious level.
Catie: I teased you about forgetting my last name FOUR YEARS AGO (one single time) and you gave me an un-vitation to your wedding (in a red envelope delivered to my house for christ's sake). Do you know how lame that is? You glare at me every time you see me. Now you won't let me talk to your husband, and you won't even let him be my facebook friend. What the hell is this, middle school? This is so awkward for us, Dave and I as well as your husband. Why are you doing this, is it honestly because you had a crush on Dave in highschool? I can't do this girl fight crap, I'm not going to get into a tiff with a married woman (which is what you are, in case you've forgotten). I just don't have it in me to act like a retarded, bubbleheaded pre-teen. I agree with Steve and Dave, you are way too young and immature to be married and have a child. It's pathetic that the only thing that you have to entertain you in your life is putting other people down that you don't even know. If you had taken the time to get to know me before you became so determined to despise me, you'd know that I only look like a meek little book-mouse.
I am writing this on a library computer. Why am I doing it on a library computer rather than my own? Because two days ago a virus gave it one hell of a beating, which has totally crippled it. With only one month to go until I submit my thesis, this has not been at all helpful.
So this is addressed to whomever created that virus:
Know this, you malodorous, rat-faced little turd: if I ever get my hands on you, then I shall visit upon your body such fiendish and diabolical torments, that you shall be begging for the release of death, and the embrace of Hell, just to escape me. There are far, far worse things than death, and an eternity writhing in the fires of the pit will seem like a blessed relief after a few days with me and a selection of power-tools.
Phew, it felt good to get that off my chest! Now back to trying to salvage my work...
I'm good today:seeya:
Okay, just spent night number 2 with neighbors, they brought out the tv to watch a number of reality shows. On one, they have a young couple buying a new house along with the houseful of wonderful furniture. I said, "No, it doesn't quite happen that way" In which, one said, "If they are professionals...you could do it too if you worked more....I worked a 60 hour week this week; I wanted to hit him over the head with his own beer bottle:flare:
I hate alcohol.
I hate that my beautiful friend, wonderful wife and mother is so afraid and insecure and quiet.
I hate how on a regular basis her husband hits on me in front of her and plays it off as a joke.
I hate that she's silent about it.
I hate how tonight we all come home from a baby shower, he's been drinking with the guys there, and that he tries to grope at and hits on me in the car with his beautiful wife and child in the car.
I hate how she sits quietly by and plays it off like it doesn't hurt her.
This guy is such a jerk and I am ashamed that he thinks he can hurt my friend this way because she's too weak to say anything....and I know they need help. It disgusts me that I cannot make their situation better.
Why in 'you-know-who's' name, would you think, I would hand that over to you?