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let's hear it for my failure shirt!
Jun. 25th, 2008 08:04 amSo PMS obviously stands for Pissed the hell off Menstrual Syndrome. I am angry at everything lately. *Everything*. And also I swear it's been lasting for like two weeks. GAAAAAAAH.
That being said, Omahans in traffic are mouth breathing, crotch grabbing, ass scratching retardo-monkeys. Self-absorbed AAAAAAASSSHOLES, all of them. Also, the usual him is a moron, and I am constantly reminded that he is 40 going on 8. Fuckwit.
I like how Tyson's little can of chicken chunks' "packed in water" means "fucking swimming in it no really we mean swimming". That's handy for an on-the-go item, yes. Not to mention the monster-huge chunks that are not at all suitable for crackers. This is an extremely important issue!
At least there is stuff like http://beatonna.livejournal.com/55583.html ♥ She is awesome and if someone like her taught history, I might have liked the subject.
I have a feeling when I call the vet, they are going to tell me to start Crystal-cat on the IV injections too, as her kidney values remain high. My life...revolves, seriously, revolves, every freaking moment, around feeding and medicating these animals. Some days, I am just so tired in regards to it. Especially since like 85% of the responsibility for them always seems to fall to me, especially when the usual him shirks things such as watching them when they eat so they don't steal each others' food. Because keeping an eye on them is just soooo hard when there is WoW or sleeping on the couch to do. Fucking fucktard.
Woo, nice fog today. Also it is like a billion percent humidity, and it's going to get to 90. Rainforest, yaaaaaaaay. And everything's growing like fucking mad, plants are having sex like crazy, and the allergens have ganked me and are camping my corpse. *Again*.
That being said, Omahans in traffic are mouth breathing, crotch grabbing, ass scratching retardo-monkeys. Self-absorbed AAAAAAASSSHOLES, all of them. Also, the usual him is a moron, and I am constantly reminded that he is 40 going on 8. Fuckwit.
I like how Tyson's little can of chicken chunks' "packed in water" means "fucking swimming in it no really we mean swimming". That's handy for an on-the-go item, yes. Not to mention the monster-huge chunks that are not at all suitable for crackers. This is an extremely important issue!
At least there is stuff like http://beatonna.livejournal.com/55583.html ♥ She is awesome and if someone like her taught history, I might have liked the subject.
I have a feeling when I call the vet, they are going to tell me to start Crystal-cat on the IV injections too, as her kidney values remain high. My life...revolves, seriously, revolves, every freaking moment, around feeding and medicating these animals. Some days, I am just so tired in regards to it. Especially since like 85% of the responsibility for them always seems to fall to me, especially when the usual him shirks things such as watching them when they eat so they don't steal each others' food. Because keeping an eye on them is just soooo hard when there is WoW or sleeping on the couch to do. Fucking fucktard.
Woo, nice fog today. Also it is like a billion percent humidity, and it's going to get to 90. Rainforest, yaaaaaaaay. And everything's growing like fucking mad, plants are having sex like crazy, and the allergens have ganked me and are camping my corpse. *Again*.
