The General Rant/Bitch/Moan Thread.

La Diva Carlotta wrote:

Y'all went out to brunch at the Black Whale and didn't invite me? Fuckers. The best part is the picture taken at said brunch that was posted on Facebook in which I was thoughtfully "tagged". ???

I think they just forgot to add me to the email invite.

Should I say something?

I did say something, and my friend (the organizer) apologized profusely claiming that she got dates mixed up. I declined a previous invitation a few weeks back and she says that she thought that included this week's brunch.

Whatever. Dumbass. Besides, why didn't one of my other friends say anything? It didn't occur to any one of them to ask "Hey, what about Diva? Can she come, too?"

The whole thing made me really sad, especially since I've been going out of my way to plan the Halloween party that I've invited them to.

^^ She "got dates mixed up" but tagged you anyway? Jeez, way to grope for excuses! Sorry to hear it, Diva. Meh, take her off the invite list. Life is short; spend it with real friends.

La Diva Carlotta wrote:

^^Your job sounds lovely! More delightful than my own where I'm being judged on quantity not quality as if I worked at a factory assembling widgets. My (human) clients aren't widgets! :/

You mean social work is not a numbers game? What's next -- quotas?
I'm sorry your job has turned out to be a letdown (too).


OK, here's the unpleasant experience I just dealt with a minute ago, with the nightmarish stuff conveniently capitalized:

A ROACH, the SIZE OF MY THUMB, FLEW over my head and landed on the washer, then CRAWLED INSIDE between the washtub and the appliance's interior wall.
WTF -- flying? Are Southern roaches more evolved?!

I wish things weren't constantly being thrown at me to do. I just want to relax. I have a quiz tomorrow that I haven't studied for at all. Plus I really wish when I go home, people would make more of an effort to see me. This weekend is the first time I will be home in almost two months. (QueenB is not involved in this post. I wanted to make that clear since she is always there for me.) But I can name three people that always seem to be too busy to see me when I come home. I want to go to one concert with you people. Can't you ask off of work or make time to see me or something?

forum on again off again is getting annoying, I know they just did a server maintainence but that means things should be working better not worse.

Pretty mad at myself. A couple years ago I was up to 210 pounds, and decided I needed a change. Got down to 178. Then my trip to England and trip to New York happened, and I got generally lazy again, and have gone and put on around 15 pounds again.

Not happy.

Madelchai wrote:

Pretty mad at myself. A couple years ago I was up to 210 pounds, and decided I needed a change. Got down to 178. Then my trip to England and trip to New York happened, and I got generally lazy again, and have gone and put on around 15 pounds again.

Not happy.

But you're a dude. You can easily loose 15 pounds.

It's getting a little annoying that my mom keeps trying to use my plans as an excuse for her leaving me alone. She is an adult and can make her own plans. She keeps asking me what my plans are. I'm going out to lunch, so now she has an excuse to leave and go out and see her bf. I don't mind her seeing him, but damn.

I noticed that I only got one political robo call (because it is a Sunday). Why can't they apply that for everyday instead of harassing me?

Been in a weird funk for the past week, hoping this cloud will pass soon though.

^^I hear ya. I've been in a funk myself.

I have this weird pain in my chest right below my left boob. It feels like my rib, but I dunno what it is. I've had it since yesterday.

I'm in a weird funk too, but for me it is that I am...happy. I liken it to the fog of Silent Hill dissipating.

^^I've been feeling funky too. Was in it bad tonight. Almost frustrated depressed of sorts. Hoping it dissipated like fog soon.....

We are all in some eldritch funk. There must be something in the air that effects us in different ways.

Along the lines of what I said a couple of posts ago, I have become too accustomed to the fog that I mourn its departure. My little home/prison is not the same without that ever looming translucent blanket.

Why does my friend keep rubbing in the fact that he's in Florida? I emailed him an article about Bronx Restaurant Week because it profiled a restaurant he likes and he poo poos my email by responding "I'm still in Florida." Yeah, I know you're in the Sunshine state for the next few days. Big f**king deal.

I found this little quote that just put me back into a spiral of self-loathing:

Quote :

When I fall in love with someone, then that doesn’t “just” happen… When I love someone’s character, over time I’ll see that personality, I love so much, shining through their eyes and fusing with their appearance, turning them in the most beautiful girl in the world. It’s not about appearance, it’s about someone’s beautiful, amazing, wonderful, fantastic personality, you’ll see everytime you look at her. It’s about the fact that when you look in her eyes, you just feel home… You forget all your problems, all your fears, you just feel safe, you feel like you’ve finally found a place where you belong… A place you can spend an eternity, where you will spend an eternity, cause those enchanting, beautiful eyes will slow down time and make every second; looking in her beautiful eyes, right into her amazing personality, last more than a lifetime.

It’s about the fact that the whole world, the whole universe just looks so much more beautiful! All of a sudden everything looks different and your heart will just start smiling. That’s what love is all about… the moment someone you only “liked” before, changes into the most aesthetical pleasing girl in the world. The moment you realise how blind you’ve been all those days, how you were living in a fake universe, never knowing that the only thing your life is all about, the only thing that keeps you smiling, was all the time right next to you.

A. No one would ever say this about me and B. the person who said this quote is lying because we all know it is about appearance. This guy (I presume) would never give an ugly girl enough time to let her "shining" personality to show through.

Attention friends hosting various shindigs in their homes this season:

Those frozen hors d'oeuvres you get at Costco and reheat in the microwave are not "dinner". Please stop referring to them as such.

Thank you.

P.S. Grow the f**k up already.

My friend Kate invited me and some other folks to a housewarming party at her house next Saturday. Unfortunately some of us already have tickets to a free art event in the city. For some reason everyone's in a panic about whole thing. They're tying to figure out how to do both things that night. We've had the tickets for over a month now, and the event is already sold out. Kate didn't invite us to the housewarming until yesterday afternoon.

I say we skip the housewarming altogether and make it up to Kate some other time. My husband insists we skip the art thing since we didn't pay for it and go to Kate's housewarming instead. My friend Pete is confused. Meh.

Got off the phone a little while ago with my friend Kimberly from school. Talking to her is soooo exhausting. Good lord, all she does is complain! She has this annoying sense of entitlement and acts as if everything should be served to her on a silver platter. Mind you, she's in her late 20's, lives with her mom and doesn't work. She relies on grad school loans as her only source in income.

Ugh.

You would think with all that is on my plate right now, I wouldn't have time to think about him. Yet he is still all I seem to think about. I'm addicted. He is pretty much my drug. I'm trying really hard not to talk to him so much. As of late, it seems like I'm the one initiating all of the conversations. I guess it's because I don't really give him time to miss me. I've so far not talked to him for almost 5 days. That's a start I guess.

I tell him I'm happy for him that he is happy. I don't tell him that I'm unhappy because I want him back. A part of me thinks he isn't truely happy, but I keep trying to remind myself that it isn't my place to think that. I wish that I could tell him I love him. I wish I knew he felt the same way. I've been told a part of him still loves me, but maybe not in the way I want. I regret how I took what we had for granted. I've been kicking myself in the keester for it a lot.

I just sit and watch what is going on with him. It sounds crazy, but at least it stops me from talking to him so much. I lie and say I'm fine. I pretend like I'm happy and everything in my world is going right. Unfortunately I'm not farting bunnies and fairy tales. I often think I would give anything to have one more hug, one more kiss, one more day of him being all mine. It just hurts. This has been on my mind a lot lately. So I figured I should get it out somewhere.