Periocic Rant

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FUCK YOU BILL COSBY!

What Bill Cosby Said

What do you think?

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Today's Rant



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I think I might be *gasp* HAPPY!!!

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*thud*

It's so weird to feel something other than sad or pissed off I don't know what to do with myself!

My sneezes sound like a chihuahua or something...

Listening to: Michael Bublé - Santa Baby

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PayPal is run by IDIOTS!

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s it just me, or is PayPal run by a bunch of fucking morons?



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Now playing: Lady Gaga ft.Beyonce - Telephone

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Stupid Ghetto Bitches - Rant

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ere's a rant in my "Ghetto Boomqueshia" accent. Enjoy!

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Now playing: Snow Tha Product - Mas Maiz

I might have been a little pissy...

I

was reciprocating on the people who had already dropped on me.

I saw at least 3 blogs that didn't even have an Entrecard.

DO NOT DROP ON ME IF I CAN'T RECIPROCATE!

It pisses me off. Especially when the frakkin blog is in a different language THAT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND. I'm not going to try and translate your blog, you idiot. Especially if you don't have one of the Google Translator widgets on your blog. (DUR!)

Then I got to Imh's World and saw this (click on the photos to enlarge them):





So I left a comment:


Yes, I realize that it can be construed as "pissy". But I'm sick of people who don't take the effing time to LOOK AT THEIR OWN BLOG after they post something to see if it can actually be read.

Here's something you may not know: BLOGGERS ARE LAZY.

If I have to translate your blog or highlight all the text to be able to read your blog, or search for whatever is playing that horrible funereal hymn, I am LEAVING.

I will not comment. I will not find out if your blog is a place I'd like to visit again.

If you can't fix it yourself, HIRE SOMEONE TO DO IT.

Jaysus, Merry and Joseff.

(Can you tell that I'm PMSing?)

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Listening to: Mr. Cheeks - Lights,Camera,Action
via FoxyTunes


**Update - 11:14 PM**

"Not a idiot" (her phrasing, not mine) replied to my post. I went back to "Not a idiot"'s blog. Click to enlarge the photo.



The end.

FINE! I won't comment on your blog anymore!

W

hat do you think when you take the time to comment on someone's blog and then they delete it?

I'm not talking about using profanity or saying something rude, I mean a regular comment.

I've noticed this a few times.

But this is one of the blogs I visited every day.

Until now.

What, you don't like me stating the obvious? You think my intelligence makes all your other readers feel stupid?

Fine.

Kiss my lumpy ass. You don't have to worry about any more comments that SHOULD BE OBVIOUS TO ANYONE WITH HALF A BRAIN from me anymore.

The rest of y'all, have a nice day. :-)

Guess what.

I

woke up this morning and there was a flood in my kitchen.

Yeah.

The pipe(s) that Roto Rooter had 'fixed' were dripping like they had 100 holes poked in them overnight.

It had leaked so bad that half of my floor is wet.

This is worse than before they ever 'fixed' it.

So I called the landlord at 8 am. I think I woke him up. He's pissed. (GOOD! At least someone other than me is pissed for a change!) All I know is he carried the new cabinet out talking to himself about the 90 day warranty on their work and saying "They'd better be here this morning!"

Pfeh.

They'll be here when they get here and there's nothing I can do about it so I refuse to get worked up about it again.

In other news, we're (my extended family) supposed to have a yard sale tomorrow. So I'll be (hopefully) getting rid of a lot of books, CDs, DVDs & various other crap that I don't use anymore.

:-)

Unless it rains.

60% chance of rain according to the news ticker on my DVR. *sigh*

But I'm packing up all the crap & putting it in the trunk of my car so I'll be ready tomorrow regardless. If it isn't this Saturday, it will be next Saturday.

Ta!

**Update** They got here at 10:30! Not too bad. They claim it's fixed now. The last time they were here, they had to replace about a 3 foot section of copper pipe because it had corroded. Their welds were leaking.

I hope that's all with the effing leaking!

Re: Yard sale. It's raining now. Heavily. The weather ticker has been updated to 80% chance of rain tomorrow.

Good.

Because I have to wash all of Evan's too small clothes to be able to sell them in good conscience and I really didn't want to do that today, LOL.


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Now playing: Prince - Housequake
via FoxyTunes

Do I seem happy?

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ecause I'm not.

They were supposed to fix the leak in the tub/sink/toilet/whatever this weekend. No shows. So, the landlord came over Saturday to tell me that they'd be here first thing Monday morning. They got here at 5:30 pm on Tuesday. Said they'd return first thing this morning.

It's 10:20.

No one.

Fuckers.

Will I EVER get the leak fixed?

Will I EVER be able to get through the day without smelling the sour sweat & cigar/cigarette smoke of "handy men"?

Will I LOSE MY FARKING MIND?

I'm gonna blow this fucking place up.

HA!

Not really.

But that's how pissed I am. I want everyone to suffer with me.

Good thing I don't own a rifle...

I guess I'm too impatient.

B

ecause it's only been 3 days since they started giving me a new bathroom.

When they were just supposed to replace one cabinet in the kitchen...

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that they're doing it. I like my new commode. It will be irritating to clean, but it's prettier, LOL.

The thing is that years ago when my toilet was leaking, (with the old landlord) they came & fixed it & put down a new floor.

What I didn't know is that they hadn't ripped up the old, water damaged, saggy floor & beams. And one of the pipes in the wall was leaking too, but I couldn't see or hear it when I flushed the toilet.

So when my landlord came to replace the cabinet (that was water damaged from the toilet's leaking) he saw saggy floor, warped beams & realized that he needed to put in a whole new floor and new beams before I fell through the floor.

Cool.

It was on Thursday that the maintenance man finally finished putting in the floor & toilet & vanity. But he didn't get the toilet hooked up and usable until 11 pm.

That pissed me off.

So he came back Friday.

He put up the new cabinet (smaller than the old cabinet), but still no water in the sink.

I DO NOT LIKE BRUSHING MY FUCKING TEETH IN THE FUCKING TUB OR THE KITCHEN SINK.

I've been in a bad mood since Thursday.

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY does it always take them so long to fix anything?!?!?!? They (workmen, landlord) keep coming in my fucking house so I have to keep the air turned down lower than usual or it would be on all effing day. (Thursday I had gone to MD's house to use the bathroom & when I came back, lights were on, doors were wide open, windows were up, air was on, and no one was here???

For like an hour after I got home.

WHAT THE HELL?

OMG.

Evan asked me if I had PMS.

Poor kid. I don't mean to take it out on him, but I'm SO FRUSTRATED!

I do not like having strangers in my house in the first place. Especially not fuckers who track dead grass & mud all over my carpet. Especially men who take my geedee curtains down, open the bathroom window & then leave for the day without having finished their job but leaving their tools & cigarette butts in my new commode.

I swear to God, one of these days I won't be able to be patient with these fucking idiots anymore.

I HATE THIS SHIT!


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Now playing: Eminem - Just Lose It
via FoxyTunes

Thank you, Dumbasses

I

've decided to delete my fridge. You can thank the dumbass spammers who thought that the fridge was a place to advertise their sites or call me immature names.

That is why I got rid of the thing that allowed people to add their own links in my sidebar.

Some people just can't be trusted. And I can't be here all day every day to police the damned fridge to make sure nothing inappropriate is going on.

Congratulations, you fucking idiots.

I'm tired, y'all.

I woke up this morning at 5:30 or something after a very restless night.

I've been up all day.

Washing dishes.

Vacuuming.

Dropping cards.

Playing Mario Party, LOL.

MD came over at about 11:30 & invited me & Evan to dinner. She said she tried to find the cut of beef that I like for roast beef, but she couldn't so she was going to make some meatloaf & real mashed potatoes for ME.

We took a load of red clothes to her house to wash.

We had I had meat loaf, bbq ribs, mashed potatoes & green cabbage with red pepper flakes.

Evan had Meatloaf, corn, meatloaf, potatoes & meatloaf. I think he ate a single bite of cabbage. When he was a toddler, he loved boiled cabbage so MD used to make it for him all the time. I cook it with butter & salt, she cooks it with sugar & red pepper. I think he's gotten used to my cooking so he's not really into the way she cooks the cabbage anymore.

Anyway, since the pollen turned my car yellow, we took some allergy pills before we went outside (thank God Evan reminded me or I'd have been sneezing up a storm) but with the combination of carbs & allergy pills, I've been ready for a nap for a few hours. I just didn't want to go to sleep too early & wake up in the middle of the night.

I did remember to put some of that Icy Hot gel on my knees before I left. (I LOVE that stuff. It works so well on my arthritis pain!) But since MD had her freaking doors open instead of the A/C, it was hot in there, so I laid on the floor because it was cooler.

Before I went there, my retarded knee was hurting more (My left leg is the one I have to drag. The one that bounces up & down like I'm nervous or impatient all the time.) But I had to get on my knees to get up off of the floor & now my right one is hurting.

And I forgot to put the ICY Hot on my back. She has that really squishy furniture that you just sink into. Which is NOT good for my back.

Whatever.

I forgot what I was going to say.

Oh! Once a month (or so) I tape the VH1 countdown to see if there are any new songs I want. I decided to tape the BET top 10 countdown yesterday.

1) I like the dude in Mariah Carey's video (Touch my body). But the song is a little creepy.

2) Ray J (Brandy's brother & Kim Kardashian's sex tape partner) had a song on there that was so laced with profanity that they had to bleep practically every word. Even Snoop doesn't say things that filthy. I don't even know what the song was about there was so much bleeped out. It's a waste of air time, IMO.

You know how comedians like Bill Cosby said that if you couldn't be funny without cussing, then you weren't funny? Well I think if you have to put out something so profanity laced that half of the song is bleeped or muted out, you're trying too hard to be "Gangsta" & you need to go back to making sex tapes because you're not a "real" artist.

Pisses me off.

I'm going to bed.

Bye! :-)

Dear Entrecard

What the fuck?

Seriously, when I read about your "new" ad pricing system, it sounded all kinds of wrong to me.

But now EVERYBODY can clearly see that it is not going to work.



These are blogs on which I've advertised before. Beeker & Read My Mind in particular have been worth the old prices.

But now? No.

I Wandered doesn't even have a widget???

I am not paying 8000+ for an ad.

You need to figure out something else ASAP.

I can't believe how much you suck right now.

The commercial I hate the MOST

It's a local commercial. For Chattanooga Jobs or something.

Anyway, the announcer says "Chatnooga". Totally dropping the second syllable. I HATE that. If you're 3, I can understand you not being able to pronounce Chat-a-noo-ga. But if you're old enough to be paid to pronounce it, do it correctly.

And why the hell did the company hire a man who can't even pronounce the name of the city properly???

Another thing I hate is when the weatherman/news anchors say "ootlwah". It's Ooltewah. Ool-teh-wah. It's lazy.

I need to take a xanax. Why the fark am I so upset about this?

Because my geedee car battery is dead. I have to rely on effing Mommy Dearest to drive me to effing Wal-mart.

*sigh*

Why is it that you can think of 1,000 places to go when you have no transportation??