Things that p*ss you off.

When people make up random crap about me. Last week I heard I was ...

How's that rash coming along?

When people tell me to eat more. NO *kitten* i need to eat more. Not everyone got fat by shoveling food into their mouths.. some of us have other issues. Im here not to learn to STOP eating, but to learn how to start. Dont act like you know me or my situation.... by telling me over and over what i already know... that i need to eat more.. it actually makes me want to eat less.

Eating disorders of all spectrums should be respected. At least some of us are f*cking trying to get help and do something about it...

and yeah, after almost 8 months im a little bitter.. lol

So my roommate is a slob and has no concept of hygiene when it comes to the kitchen. Between car parts, 2+ week old dishes and the stove being caked with I don't even want to know what. Being recently divorced and having custody of my 2 year old every other weekend, I rely on things being at least livable for her sake.

No, that's too difficult to handle apparently. Regardless of how often I clean up or make an effort to keep it at least safe for her, it still remained a hazard not only on a dirty level, but a chemical level as well. With chemical cleaners for cars, greasy parts, and the sort all over the floor, I had to lock my daughter in my room so to speak which isn't fair to my little girl.

Well he recently went on vacation for 2 weeks and I couldn't take it anymore. I took it upon myself to throw all of his automotive belongings in the basement, clean up the counters to the point of being spotless, tie up the seven individual month old at least pizza boxes piling up in the corner, and whatever else was needed. It took my girlfriend and I about an hour to mop a floor about 15ftx15ft in size. Not to mention having to empty and refill the bucket 4 times due to how disgusting the water was getting.

After all was said and done, he comes home from vacation and has the nerve to argue about his parts being moved to the basement and not being able to store his garbage bag on the floor. Mind you, he was made aware that it would be a hazard to my daughter if it remained there.... Nope, didn't care.

OK Rant over.

About as well as my leg that got mangled in the tractor accident yesterday, but better than my alien fetus

Maury said I was NOT the father.

So my roommate is a slob and has no concept of hygiene when it comes to the kitchen. Between car parts, 2+ week old dishes and the stove being caked with I don't even want to know what. Being recently divorced and having custody of my 2 year old every other weekend, I rely on things being at least livable for her sake.

No, that's too difficult to handle apparently. Regardless of how often I clean up or make an effort to keep it at least safe for her, it still remained a hazard not only on a dirty level, but a chemical level as well. With chemical cleaners for cars, greasy parts, and the sort all over the floor, I had to lock my daughter in my room so to speak which isn't fair to my little girl.

Well he recently went on vacation for 2 weeks and I couldn't take it anymore. I took it upon myself to throw all of his automotive belongings in the basement, clean up the counters to the point of being spotless, tie up the seven individual month old at least pizza boxes piling up in the corner, and whatever else was needed. It took my girlfriend and I about an hour to mop a floor about 15ftx15ft in size. Not to mention having to empty and refill the bucket 4 times due to how disgusting the water was getting.

After all was said and done, he comes home from vacation and has the nerve to argue about his parts being moved to the basement and not being able to store his garbage bag on the floor. Mind you, he was made aware that it would be a hazard to my daughter if it remained there.... Nope, didn't care.

OK Rant over.

Reading. Reading pisses me off.

People who leave their machines at the gym and expect to get it back when they return...

People who are like 'OMG I exercised today why haven't I lost weight'

...

srsly

Tween acronyms for anything, ever.

Im pissed at lucky women who were "Blessed" with amazing genetics that allow them to eat whatever they want, whenever they want, have kids, and not work out and still look like they did at17. I HATE that. lol

What really pisses me off is not being able to post one of these stupid gifs!!!

When my cat starts meowing and scratching at my carpet at 5 a.m. because he wants a pre-breakfast snack.

What's something thats upset you lately that you'd like to vent about?

A family member who makes promises and then chooses to skip on them instead.

People that use their g--d--- cell phones in the library. Finals week is next week, you t**t. Be considerate. And don't get all pissy when I tell you to STFU.

I long to touch your bacon.

"New Year Resolution People" at the gym. Okay, don't get me wrong, I think its great that people want to lose weight and get fit but every January the gym gets so packed I lose my mind. I am sick and tired of waiting for machines and having to walk around new people talking in the middle foot traffic paths or sitting on machines while talking and so on and so on. What about the regular gym people who have dedicated years to their fitness and who have showed up everyday? They are now having to accommodate the new people who act like they own the gym and don't know anything about gym etiquette. Like "Back off people, its rude to sit by a machine and wait while I am still using it". I've got to the point where I am starting to be snappy towards them, I called a guy a douche the other day. hahahaha I am a very nice person, I am even known as "the ambassador" of my gym and it is literally written on my gym log in screen as "the ambassador" under the nickname...haha. I talk to everyone, I go up to random people and make friends all the time but I am sooo sick of rude people. I have little toleration for people who mess with my friends or have no consideration for others.

End rant***
That felt good haha

1.) Why don't you just ask for the machine instead of worrying about someone giving you a "look"?

2.) Maybe YOU should quit being a b!tch to people and help some of the new people out. You MIGHT just change someone's life. Wouldn't you rather be remembered as the "person that got me going" then "I'm never going back to the gym because the regulars think they run the place" person?

Get over yourself and help people, not feed the a**hole train.

Wow, name calling is so mature and classy of you. Thanks! :laugh:

I don't know if you've been to a gym or not but asking for a machine when someone is in the middle of doing something is really bad gym etiquette. I even told you that a few people did that to me and it is super rude and against the rules of the gym where I go.
I DID defend myself when a guy was super rude to me waiting for the machine I was on. I wasn't on it long, less than 2 minutes but he decided to be pretty aggressive and talk to me like well, a douche. So I called him one. Of course I am not going sit back and let people walk all over me and trust me, he deserved it. People were giving him super dirty looks because of what he did and nodding to me in approvement.
As far as me being well, you know, a B!tch. Well, the thing is 99% of the time I am not. Actually a lot of people view me as a super friendly person who goes up to random strangers and makes friend all the time. The thing is, I am not talking about ALL the new people but the ones who have no idea how to conduct themselves and are inconsiderate of others. That's when I get mad. Yes, I am a regular, Yes, I am part of the gym family there and Yes, I am extremely proud of that. I have earned my stripes if you will. I am not better than others but I also has respected the equipment, staff and all the other members. These are my friends and family, do not mess with them.

So yes, I might have vented a little more than I should have but what they heck, this is a website and I felt like it. Even if classy little people like you are judgmental. Go eat bacon, you might be nicer next time.

A chronic lack of poon.