No, I don't. You simply imagined Pooh's voice while reading my text because I used the word "bother" in a manner not unlike Pooh, but I assure you it sounds much different going through my own head.
I had my work data on that drive. Had I posted about that earlier than I did as much as 50% of the post might have been expletives. Not so much now. The drive didn't fail catastrophically or anything, it's just riddled with a stupid number of bad sectors and it got so bad my computer bitches about it a lot and tells me to back up my stuff and replace it. Well, it's backed up and a replacement will be here in short order.
I use google documents everyday and hate them something fierce, but I work with the nightmare that is Flash and bits of other web type stuffs. I can't do that with google docs. Not that I'd want to.
I'm not a fan of Google. Ditto for Adobe. I should look into silverlight one of these days...
I went to give blood today and got really dizzy and nauseous and almost passed out. Apparently they're not kidding when they tell you to eat a big meal before.
I was supposed to have today off, but my boss needs me to come in and work the early shift. The day will surely be filled with exclamations of "I'm not even supposed to be here today!"
My Guitar Hero bass pedal broke. The sensor plate actually cracked INWARD because of all the constant hitting. So........ now I don't know what to do. Should I buy the same shitty plastic one for $20? Upgrade to the Destroyer pedal for $75? Or maybe just get a real drum kit?
I gotta hand it to him. When he's right, he's right.
Still, a Destroyer pedal sound pretty cool. But then, having a pedal that is referred to as "Destroyer" seems like it'd just be asking to have the rest of your stuff busted.
I ran out of deodorant after one armpit today, so I had to use my Mom's on the other armpit. The mixture of scents bothered me for hours...I'm very particular when it comes to smelly things on my body. Shampoo, lotion, even laundry detergent.
In addition to my ever dwindling money, the bank never sent me a debit card when my old one expired. They still haven't sent me one a few weeks after I talked to them about it. The only way I can get cash is actually going to the bank, but right now, I pretty much have to ask my mom for a few bucks so I can go eat with friends.
Dude(s). I am so close to having some sort of a break down. For serious. I am so frustrated with the direction things are headed in my life, and I'm not doing enough to fix any of it. I'm too lazy and it sounds too hard.
GUYS. When am I going to grow up. Life is hard. Also: the internet will be the death of me (too many distractions).
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But... flannel? Denim? Huh?
I had my work data on that drive. Had I posted about that earlier than I did as much as 50% of the post might have been expletives. Not so much now. The drive didn't fail catastrophically or anything, it's just riddled with a stupid number of bad sectors and it got so bad my computer bitches about it a lot and tells me to back up my stuff and replace it. Well, it's backed up and a replacement will be here in short order.
I'm not a fan of Google. Ditto for Adobe. I should look into silverlight one of these days...
You're not making me sick.
Still, a Destroyer pedal sound pretty cool. But then, having a pedal that is referred to as "Destroyer" seems like it'd just be asking to have the rest of your stuff busted.
GUYS. When am I going to grow up. Life is hard. Also: the internet will be the death of me (too many distractions).
Excuse me while I go pull out my hair.
BY THE WAY I suck at calculus.