Gotta be up at 7:00 to catch a train, so I'm staying in tonight.
Tomorrow, I'm having dinner with the Darrens; so no intelligent conversation.
Had to call an ex to ask to borrow her stove since we never cook here, and the McNeill kids thought it'd be funny to wind me up about bringing something. They let me in on the joke, but I cooked anyway, because fuck 'em.
I have to call home to speak with the family, after my brother and I just unfriended our dad on the Facespace for being a dick.
No time for laundry this week. Especially since the dryers at the place nearby make my clothes smell burnt.
Can't find a suitable winter coat because I'm finicky.
Haven't hit a drum since July.
Girls.
Got some cash
Bought some wheels
Took it out
'Cross the fields
Lost Control
Hit a wall
But we're alright
Had a six week old strapped to me for six or seven hours today. All you a-holes complaining about rust on your bikes can take a hike as I'd kill just to get out. I'm getting sick and tired of this romanticization of parenthood BS. Being a parent to a newborn sucks.
I'd hire this out in a second if mom would let me.
Idiots who don't brush or scrape the snow and ice off their rear/side windows before they start driving. Fuckin' fucks!
Bleh day, but using my ex-girlfriend's toothbrush to clean my bottom bracket made it all better.
I want to make stuff. But instead I have to sit here and do admin on drawings I used to do that go to people who make the stuff. Fuck it. If I'm still doing this when I turn 50 some body shoot me.
Any farme builders want a shop boy?
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"Even my farts smell like steel!" - Diel
"Make something with your hands. Not with your money." - Dario
Sean Doyle
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Chase's whining.
People who bring their stupid ass kids to costco. Leave them at home. They are not paying attention to the chaos, getting in my way, and basically slowing me down on trying to get out of that mess as quickly as possible. You know this.
So called dog toys that cause the dog to shoot hot liquid out of both ends simultaneously leading to fear of intestinal blockage, emergency surgery and another layer of stress on my already stressed holiday. (He seems to be back to normal and OK now after puking up several pieces of said dog toy.)
- Having the seniority to hold Turkey Day off, but working it anyway and ending up with a crew from hell. 95% of the time my job is too much fun because of the people I work with. This 4-day is in the other 5%. In other words, a crew which doubles my workload rather than halves it. I'd rather fly alone than with this group.
- Being down for breakfast at another anonymous Hampton Inn and having complete strangers talk to me and each other as if they've known each other (an me) forever. Just 'cuz I wear a uniform doesn't mean I want to answer "Which route I fly" (yeah, the FAA and my company only authorize me to fly a single route......), talk about my alma mater (St. Olaf College) because I wear a lanyard from that fine institution, talk about Betty White (St. Olaf Minnesota is not a real place), hear about the Golden Girls or hear that you, whom I don't know from Adam and Eve, now lives in Iowa.
God help me get to my 16-hour layover ASAP with no drama. Bird, Ball (of the foot variety) and Beer are hopefully on the agenda and will wash my blues away. This trip can't end soon enough.
Strained some muscled in my lower back, need I say more......
life is too short to drink bad wine....
Stuart Levy
They took the Bixis away and it's still nice out.
Remote car starters. Dress appropriately for the weather!!!
GroupThink. Everybody wants to Belong...but at what cost?
Hardware stores. Specifically, the lack of filthy useful has-one-of-everything mom and pop organizations that I used to depend on. The REAL stores not only had standard replacement parts for whatever your needs they also were able to dispense qualified advice.
Why am I stating the obvious? Because, my VSalonistas, our downstairs guest commode needed some love. The commode needed a total rebuild eg take the tank off, remove all the bungs, seals and ancient brass and replace with new. We live in the freaking city, so my choices are Home Depot or a really weak local hardware store.
G-d love a duck, the so called hardware store only stocks the worst generic universal replacement parts which are sure to fail after a couple years. There is not a decent HARDWARE store in less than 45 mins. drive from me.
This makes me grumpy.
PS - I did a stellar rebuild on the crapper despite the odds.
Josh Simonds
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Vsalon Fromage De Tête
People that put their trash on my car windshield. "Maybe if I force this guy to take responsibility for throwing away my trash he will want to frequent my business whose ad happens to be printed on it." wtf? Trash is trash whether their ad is on it or not.
Thank doG i have probably the last great hardware store, less than 3 minutes from my shop. I go in every day, i always need something. The same guys have worked there since the turn of the first millenium. I can ask them for anything, and chances are they have it, know what i need, or have an alternative that is better than what i could come up with.
Winningham Hardware in Livingston, TN. This is not a paid advertisement, just a shameless promotion for them. If they ever closed down, they may have to put me away. To go on living, would be futile.
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