Am I literally living in a country song?
If you crash a pickup truck, you’ll know for sure you are.
Sorry to bring everyone down.
Venting against shittery is what the BBS is for
Am I literally living in a country song?
If you crash a pickup truck, you’ll know for sure you are.
Sorry to bring everyone down.
Venting against shittery is what the BBS is for
Whaaaat? Sorry about the day from hell, it sounds awful. I suspect you will pull through it soon.
Sorry to hear it’s all hitting you at once. Seems to be the way of it sometimes.
Do you have something you can do to take a little extra care for yourself tonight? This is a lot to take all at once. This too shall pass, but that doesn’t mean you don’t need some TLC right now to make up for things.
My wife is picking me up, and dear friends across the road have been summoned.
I am not a psychic, but I Sooo saw this happening two days ago.
Now the darkness only stays the night-time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
It’s not always going to be this grey.
All things must pass.
Sweet galumptious gravy, no!
I’m sure your wife knows how to cheer you up/be a good shoulder to cry on. Here, have a delightful GIF:
…and I lost my debit card at SFO.
I may write a book.
(You have no new money. And the money you have is no longer available. Have a nice time at SLC)
Did you save your page? Feels like you should go back a few and take the left hand tunnel instead.
Jeez. You haven’t upset any occult/witch-doctory/wizard types recently, have you? Run over their familiar by accident or something? That’s one shit of a day you are having.
Heh, if I actually die I’ll post it on questions.
(What does FSM really look like?!)
I’ll get the Randi Foundation on standby, just in case.
I’d prescribe* a big fucking drink and a night of well-earned oblivion just for tonight but do what ya gotta do to get right. Shit’ll pass and problems fade into their true significance when you’re wrangling a weapons-grade hangover. Look out for yourself,eh. There’s good folks here pretty much 24/7 if you need distraction, venting or whatever.
That is why I love the mutants. We are all weirdos, and get through almost everything.
(Seven hours left for whinging)
So are you just skiing this shit away?
I bet your wife enjoys fat fingers though.
Feeling better, after this messed up week. I have some well deserved arguments scheduled on Saturday and Sunday. They are with friends though, so the positive outcome will be,"yes I fucked up, but you fucked up too. Here is the constructive criticism. "
We will see if it works. It almost never does.
Like. A. Boss.
(Which is what I no longer am!! Four hours, thirty six minutes till I stop whining).
Maybe. Did for me. I went with the “Yes, I fucked up and take responsibility for that. Here’s how we can prevent it from happening again.”
The time I actually got canned it was for doing my job correctly and not making mistakes.
So employers… shrugs… who knows… They black-balled me for that one, too. Buncha fraudulent scumbags.
Okay, officially eating pickles and bread at 1:40 am. In defense, the quick pickles, soured with rice vinegar, are divine.
(No plaid though, I’m a no pants man)
Crap!! I ran out of house made pickles!!
(Takes breath)
Oh thank FSM, I still have kimchi.