classic FTW rant...

i'm pissed the fuck off. it's likely no one's fault but mine, but i'm pissed off nonetheless. not that anyone would ask, but the cause is financial (of course it is...). long story short, i made 10 hours extra @ time and a half, but i'm broke as shit and just got paid today. that shit is beyond irksome. perhaps if i was not involved in a relationship, i would not be as concerned. that is not the case. the wife seems to show little or no concern for the lack of income that exists until there is something that she feels is missing. that usually involves some material object (like shoes) or groceries (even though there is food in the household). it's odd because she will proceed to harass me until the projected need is sufficiently addressed. meanwhile, according to her, she never gets what she wants. interesting concept. anyway, today i did not feel like getting into a verbal sparring match over finances. i am fucking pissed though. blah, blah, blah...

make like i don't work just to pay friggin' bills...

PEACE

fuck!

not in a good mood today. fucking warranty garage turns out to be shit, so Gotta has to be re-evaluated. come to find out after the fact that the warranty company was not even supposed to recommend the asshole who kept Gotta for damn near a month and didn't even fix the car properly. the loud noise is gone, but the engine is shaking and still making noise. talk about being pissed.

i get to work and find that my dinner is generally not pleasant. my wife decided to use the wasted, soggy-ass romaine on my mushed-to-stickiness bread chicken patty sandwiches. combine that with some potatoes au gratin where the cheese ain't quite melted, and i'm just loving my evening meal...not. guess it fit that she also did not close the lid on my thermos so the coffee spilled on me & Gotta repeatedly. basically it's just a fun ass night 2 nite.

gotta snap outta the funk i'm in. unlike most people, i don't like being in funky moods when i'm in them. unfortunately, funky moods tend to be easily aggravated by normally ignorable irritants. of course i have to work w/the human talk-a-thon this evening. as i've said my whole life, if i say you talk too much, you talk too goddamn much. i fucking talk too much, so if you trigger my talk too much alert, you're generally fucking up.

what else is going on? oh yeah, my fucking HT receiver is acting the fuck up. probably gonna have to tank that fucker. don't think it's under warranty any more. guess shit falls in the toilet in bunches. gotta put it together and act like i know how to wipe my fucking ass...

make like Blogger's formatting issues aren't starting to piss me off & blogger actually responded to my request for assistance...

PEACE

cheap basturds...

notice the intentional misspelling. this post is rantingly dedicated to all the assholes in the $40,000+ income range, as well as those who drive cars similar to those in that income range, who do not believe in using handsfrees. WTF! you can't afford a freakin' handsfree? how the hell does that work? is it laziness? is it arrogance? is it sheer stupidity? perhaps it is the blatant manifestation of utter recklessness that embodies the founding principles of conspicuous consumption in this wonderful capitalist hell hole. yaay, let's all drive around with phones on our ears like one-armed crackheads. i mean seriously, why is it so hard to put an earpiece on the side of your fucking head as opposed to physically holding a phone with a hand you may need to suddenly swerve out of the way of one of the other holding-a-phone-to-my-head-while-i'm-driving super assholes. imagine actually having to use both hands to drive at some point during a commuting adventure? i've even seen cops doing this nut ass shit. again, WTF? now i will admit, bluetooth handsfrees are not all that cheap, but i'd venture they are significantly cheaper on average than a fucking fender bender. so any way, the world is full of assholes and super assholes, so i guess i shouldn't be surprised. then again, i'm not surprised, i'm fucking irritated.

speaking of irritating, my fucking bluetooth mouse is taking a shit on me. hopefully it just needs batteries. high hopes, because i absolutely hate with an unmitigated passion the touchpad on my friggin' laptop. i thought the damn thing would be pleasant and useful as compared to a mouse, not fucking so. this thing has a goddamn mind of its own. at least 6 times while making this freakin' post, this damn thing has jumped the cursor to some random position in already typed text.

1. the sensitivity on my particular touchpad cannot be adjusted.
2. i have yet to figure out how to get the damn thing to respond as a scroll wheel

so anyways, gotta put some fresh Energizer's in that joint when i get back to the crizib. for now i'm stuck with this wonderfully retarded piece of modern technology. yaaay!

on that note...

make like picking up dates in an airport bathroom isn't some extra dumb ass shit...

PEACE