- Joined
- Aug 21, 2009
- Messages
- 8,138
- Location
- Austin
- Car(s)
- '10 Lulzcer GTS, '84 Porschelump 944, '71 VW 411
Parents retiring. (...and not telling me about it until Christmas that year. "Surprise! You spent too much on Christmas!")
Wrecking my car and having to replace it with something less awesome.
Politics--particularly the nastier bits. I can't carry on a sensible freaking conversation with hardly anyone on this subject anymore because they're all convinced the other party is responsible for all the problems in the world, and won't @$##%$#^@#$%#&*&^$!!! accept that both parties are part of "the problem."
The fact that I have absolutely no confidence in the current leadership of my university, and that they're dragging down the value of the degree I'm still working on every time one of their boneheaded decisions makes the news. (Seriously? I thought this crap was solved when we threw out the prez in '04.)
The fact that I still don't know what I want to do when I finally get out of here, nor do I know anyone who wants to hire a person whose only real talents are "knowing useless facts about Puffalumps" and "falling asleep."
Getting sick all. the. time. Even worse: not being able to figure out the cause of it.
Nasty people. Lots of them. Worse than usual.
The "noughties" can go screw themselves with an AIDS-coated kitchen knife....and I hope the wounds get infected.
Wrecking my car and having to replace it with something less awesome.
Politics--particularly the nastier bits. I can't carry on a sensible freaking conversation with hardly anyone on this subject anymore because they're all convinced the other party is responsible for all the problems in the world, and won't @$##%$#^@#$%#&*&^$!!! accept that both parties are part of "the problem."
The fact that I have absolutely no confidence in the current leadership of my university, and that they're dragging down the value of the degree I'm still working on every time one of their boneheaded decisions makes the news. (Seriously? I thought this crap was solved when we threw out the prez in '04.)
The fact that I still don't know what I want to do when I finally get out of here, nor do I know anyone who wants to hire a person whose only real talents are "knowing useless facts about Puffalumps" and "falling asleep."
Getting sick all. the. time. Even worse: not being able to figure out the cause of it.
Nasty people. Lots of them. Worse than usual.
The "noughties" can go screw themselves with an AIDS-coated kitchen knife....and I hope the wounds get infected.
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