I just hate it when...

I hate it when my boyfriend leaves my house in the morning to go away for DAYS and I know I won't get laid until he gets home.

SIGH.
 
Try stepping on a cat. They don't care for that. :eek:

*dies!* :D

The worst part is when they don't get mad at you, but they lay there looking at you with those huge sad eyes like "But I thought you LOVED me?!" Makes me want to cry. I have before, too.

I hate it when I forget stuff. I'm usually a pro at remembering the crap I need to take care of, but ever since Mister knocked me up, he put my brain in his pocket and took it to work with him and LEFT IT THERE.

I've become a hopeless moron.

*le sigh*
 
I would almost rather step on the cat. She will forgive me and stay away from my feet for a few days. Legos are evil and vindictive and will lie in wait to shred the bottom of my foot again as soon as possible!

How did I miss this whole conversation?

I want to add a few things that hurt as much as leggos.

Like those little green army guys. Polly Pockets. Plugs. McDonald's toys.
 
How did I miss this whole conversation?

I want to add a few things that hurt as much as leggos.

Like those little green army guys. Polly Pockets. Plugs. McDonald's toys.

hairbrushes. Not the tipped kind, the bristle kind.

ow.

Carpet staples that have floated magically out of their place into the top of the carpet.

toothpicks.
 
I would almost rather step on the cat. She will forgive me and stay away from my feet for a few days. Legos are evil and vindictive and will lie in wait to shred the bottom of my foot again as soon as possible!

hairbrushes. Not the tipped kind, the bristle kind.

ow.

Carpet staples that have floated magically out of their place into the top of the carpet.

toothpicks.

Push pins. :eek:

My stepmom calls these things 'baby land mines'. lol
 
Push pins. :eek:

My stepmom calls these things 'baby land mines'. lol
Even a healthy pet will sometimes eat too much, or long haired cats throw up a hairball, etc...

Now step in that, in the dark, in your stocking or bare feet. It's usually warm, because it's just happened, and it squishes up between your toes. You are usually a couple steps past the "pile" until you realize what you just stepped in, but you have to go back and check, because you've got to know what's now between your toes. :eek:

No, it's not sharp, or pointy, or painful in the physical way, but it is painful...in it's own way.:rolleyes:
 
I hate it when someone comes and give me what is great news for her, but is crappy news for me. For instance, the person who works for me that has decided to look for work elsewhere. It's a good decision for her, but I'll be doing her job plus my own for months. Hard to be genuinely happy and feel like walking off a cliff at the same time.
 
Even a healthy pet will sometimes eat too much, or long haired cats throw up a hairball, etc...

Now step in that, in the dark, in your stocking or bare feet. It's usually warm, because it's just happened, and it squishes up between your toes. You are usually a couple steps past the "pile" until you realize what you just stepped in, but you have to go back and check, because you've got to know what's now between your toes. :eek:

No, it's not sharp, or pointy, or painful in the physical way, but it is painful...in it's own way.:rolleyes:

Our cat miscarried once while we weren't home. K walked in, kicked off his shoes and went to where the light switch is - finding that dead premature kitten with his foot.

I thought he was going to hurl.

Can't say I blame him.
 
I almost forgot - I came to this thread for a reason. And it wasn't to share miscarried kitten stories.

I hate it when I have to stand guard over my kids to make sure that ADULTS don't bully them. :mad:

Sometimes have a nice, approachable face is good. Other times it makes people think I'm a pushover. :mad::mad:
 
I almost forgot - I came to this thread for a reason. And it wasn't to share miscarried kitten stories.

I hate it when I have to stand guard over my kids to make sure that ADULTS don't bully them. :mad:

Sometimes have a nice, approachable face is good. Other times it makes people think I'm a pushover. :mad::mad:

The adults bullying kids is the one thing I will get really ugly over. Damn the consequences when it comes to that. I've never understood adults that think kids have all the time in the world to do things and that just because they can it won't take but just a moment to finish a task. A lot of adults also conveniently forget that kids have a difficult time saying that they cannot do something for an adult...especially since kids are taught to respect adult's authority.....well, the kids I take up for are. This is one thing I'm willing to risk losing my job over.
 
How did I miss this whole conversation?

I want to add a few things that hurt as much as leggos.

Like those little green army guys. Polly Pockets. Plugs. McDonald's toys.

I once "tortured" my brother's little green army guys by leaving them standing on a hand mirror in the garden all day in the summer. It is kind of like when Dorothy threw water on the wicked witch.
 
I almost forgot - I came to this thread for a reason. And it wasn't to share miscarried kitten stories.

I hate it when I have to stand guard over my kids to make sure that ADULTS don't bully them. :mad:

Sometimes have a nice, approachable face is good. Other times it makes people think I'm a pushover. :mad::mad:

The adults bullying kids is the one thing I will get really ugly over. Damn the consequences when it comes to that. I've never understood adults that think kids have all the time in the world to do things and that just because they can it won't take but just a moment to finish a task. A lot of adults also conveniently forget that kids have a difficult time saying that they cannot do something for an adult...especially since kids are taught to respect adult's authority.....well, the kids I take up for are. This is one thing I'm willing to risk losing my job over.


Me too. I hate bullies to begin with, but when I see an adult going after a child, I get all "Hulk must smash".
 
i just hate it when...

...i wake up and spend a good part of my first few hours thinking it is friday, and...sigh...well you know how it turns out!

...i want chocolate really badly and there isn't anything even a little like chocolate anywhere in the house!:eek::eek:
 
When people refuse to take good advice.

When I can't focus on my work.

When I have to stay up into the wee hours because of school
 
I just hate it when I go out to mow my yard and realize that the mower that my landlord said was electric is actually gas.

I can't get those fuckers started EVER! :mad:

Now I'm gonna have to ask my brother in law to come over and start the fucker for me. :eek:
 
...there's nothing to do...and it's the weekend for goodness sake!
*sigh*
 
When people won't shut their arrogant asses up.

Seriously, if I wanted to hear from a cunt, I'd queef. :mad:
 
i really hate waiting for something i really really want....like being snuggled in the arms of my Master or a really good birthday party :D
 
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