If I would've checked my email before leaving work yesterday, I would have known that my wearable art piece was falling apart and needed repair. Now we've lost two days of glue time and it's an inconvenience for my assistant to fix things. ARGH!
I don't think it would have fallen apart on its own, would it have? I suspect things were not handled carefully enough.
Grah. Stuffs with work has been so...something...I don't even know which way is up anymore. I've been considering quiting just so my life can go back to making some semblance of sense again.
There are three slacker friends of my roommate sleeping in my living room. One of them (I assume the fat one) smells. This is not the thing you want to come out of your room and see.
I was going to make a nice breakfast for myself but I seem to have lost my appetite.
After practically all my PC's life virus free, I've got two viruses both claiming to be virus/spyware protection, and my Virus scan doesn't seem to want to pick them up. Awesome.
After practically all my PC's life virus free, I've got two viruses both claiming to be virus/spyware protection, and my Virus scan doesn't seem to want to pick them up. Awesome.
I can have you look at this, but you may as well start considering how your going to back up all your important data so you can reformat, because depending on which strain of those you have, it might never seem to go completely away without a complete wipe of the system.
I go to brush my teeth. My dad was in the bathroom a few minutes before me. Upon turning the tap I feel something sticky on it. I won't beat around the bush, it was semen.
Do you have White Castles? I tend to be absolutely lethal a few hours after I eat a bunch of White Castle sliders, and I find them very useful in clearing out shitty roommates.
When I brought home White Castle my crappy roommate in college would always leave for the night. Then Andrew and I would spend the entire night farting into his pillow out of spite.
I never left any semen on his stuff though. I probably should have. Oh well, hindsight 20/20.
I hate my life, my job, my lack of romantic satisfaction, and someone stole my fucking dog* a couple of weeks ago (after I spent $200+ on getting her nice and healthy).
*Fucking was meant as an expletive, and not as a modifier to imply that the dog was my "fucking dog". I am beyond rage.
Well, I surely can't beat these others, but I still feel like griping about stuff.
An online coupon system for the Mall of America went down this past weekend. Funny thing. When the coupons don't work for the Mall of America, somebody is going to have to fix it. That person? As often as not, that's me.
The end result? Apparently Flash can't correctly urldecode an é.
So long story short: I blame Adobe. They are the new Microsoft.
What's with people who steal dogs? That's seriously messed up! Somebody stole a friend's dog around January. Was yours at least some exotic, or expensive breed?
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I don't think it would have fallen apart on its own, would it have? I suspect things were not handled carefully enough.
The really shitty pay isn't helping either.
There are three slacker friends of my roommate sleeping in my living room. One of them (I assume the fat one) smells. This is not the thing you want to come out of your room and see.
I was going to make a nice breakfast for myself but I seem to have lost my appetite.
'nuff said.
I can have you look at this, but you may as well start considering how your going to back up all your important data so you can reformat, because depending on which strain of those you have, it might never seem to go completely away without a complete wipe of the system.
...Why?
My dad's semen.
My dad's cold, post-wank semen.
Fucking hell!
Also, don't be so disgusted by your dad's semen.. you once were something very much like it!
Somebody better close this thread, because I would not want to hear the one that outdoes Bruce.
I'm completely ignoring several previous posts. They don't exist.
But to clarify, I'd bet he WASHED HIS HANDS and RUBBED AGAINST THE TAP. Ahem.
I now know how I can get rid of any problematic housemates I ever have in the future.
When I brought home White Castle my crappy roommate in college would always leave for the night. Then Andrew and I would spend the entire night farting into his pillow out of spite.
I never left any semen on his stuff though. I probably should have. Oh well, hindsight 20/20.
*Fucking was meant as an expletive, and not as a modifier to imply that the dog was my "fucking dog". I am beyond rage.
An online coupon system for the Mall of America went down this past weekend. Funny thing. When the coupons don't work for the Mall of America, somebody is going to have to fix it. That person? As often as not, that's me.
The end result? Apparently Flash can't correctly urldecode an é.
So long story short: I blame Adobe. They are the new Microsoft.