The purpose of this page, besides the fact that I'm bored as hell and have nothing better to do, is to bitch, grumble, gripe, and complain! I plan to fill this empty space with things that piss me off, and believe me there are many things for me to write! I would also appreciate some participation: like, use the Complaint Department and send me a gripe, and I will post it on my page. Come on, this is your chance to shine and dump your complaints where everyone can read them!
So, without further ado, let the bitching begin!
 | I really hate the fact that people that you help out and perhaps live with treat you like a damn maid. Do I look like the fuckin Brady Bunch maid or something? Jumping to every cry, dustball and need? I wish the people that I give my heart to, give anything to, would do the same in return for me one day. I have been home trying to find a job, my back injury really limits me to old ways. I think the ones that I live with think that I am a maid. I REALLY hate that. PICK UP YOUR OWN SHIT! My friends seem to only need me when it's convenient for them and when they need something. Well, no more. What about my needs? What about my wants??? Yadda yadda...pisses me off! I am TOO nice. My best friend for 3 years (or so I thought) is only around when he needs me to buy him something or support him. I include him on everything even when he has no money to contribute. NOT once in all that time, all the drinks that I bought him, rides I have given him, has anything (I mean anything) been returned if I needed it! OK OK...enough from me. People shouldn't take advantage of friends, they could be forever or gone in a minute too. |
| What burns my ass, besides a flame about 2 feet high, is my so-called "friends" on ICQ. For one thing, they cannot understand when I'm busy with something and do not feel like writing paragraphs of messages. Hey, I love talking to my pals, but sometimes I actually do something besides sit here and talk. Another thing: the AWAY or DO NOT DISTURB message is on for a reason....it means I'm BUSY! So, quit messaging me asking me, "What are you doing?" GEEZ |
| Another thing about my "friends" that piss me off is jealousy. I do not like jealous people on a good day. It is human nature to be jealous from time to time, but I'm talking about insane jealousy. For a friend, or a pal, or whatever you want to consider yourself in relation to me, to get jealous because I'm talking to someone else on ICQ, well that's ridiculous! Get a life! I talk to several people at one time usually. I do not like to be stuck with just 1 person to talk to. Get over it. |
| I hate it when something is supposedly "new and improved," for example an updated software program. So many times I have run and upgraded for free, only to find out that I like the old version better. I won't give examples since this is on cyberspace...but anyone who knows me has already heard me bitch about some of these "new and improved" programs. NO, screw it, I'm giving examples! MSN Messenger: the old version you could switch users, like on ICQ, but now you have to retype everything in to switch a user. OK, no big deal, except loss of convenience. Geocities Pagebuilder: ever since they changed to Pagebuilder 2.5, nothing will center and I end up having to make everything in FrontPage Express. This is all well and good, but I still have to edit some things in PageBuilder, which then messes up my alignment. Come on! Making webpages used to be fun, but NOOOOOOO they had to ruin a good thing! OK, those are just 2 examples, but I think it is enough for now. All I can say is this, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it!" |
| Is it just me, or is USA laws totally idiotic? I mean, in this wonderful country a woman is legally allowed to kill her unborn child by having an abortion and this is called a "choice." Yet in this same country, we are forced to wear seatbelts whether we want to or not, or face getting a fine. It just seems to me kind of backwards that we can choose to murder a child, but not choose whether to wear a seat belt or not... |
| Here's something that burns me up: thinking you've finally found a way to make CONTACT with someone famous, thinking you actually have that person on the phone or on the computer, only to find out that it was just a strange coincidence. I've had 2 experiences like that in my life, and it was such a fucking letdown! Let me tell you about it... |
| When I was in college, I went to a concert. I will not name the band, to save myself from useless ridicule. Anyway, I had a massive thing for the guitarist, and his birthday was coming up. I was lucky enough to be really close to the stage, and this huge guy lifted me up and I threw a birthday card onstage. The card had my name, address, and phone number. I saw it land onstage, so I know someone got it. So anyway, a few weeks later, having forgotten all about this, a guy calls and asks for me. He said, "I got your letter." Well, I nearly shit a brick. I'm thinking, oh God, it's HIM! Well, it turned out to be some penpal I had written to and given my phone number to because we live in the same town. Talk about a let down from hell. |
| OK, the second incident happened recently, and again I'm not giving a name or anything. I had an opportunity to disclose my internet information to a certain celebrity, knowing it would amount to nothing, but I tried anyway. So, I swear not 3 hours later, some guy pops up on my instant messanger and types, "I saw your webpage." Well, here I go shitting my pants! I told myself to calm down, it is a coincidence like last time, but I also told myself how many times can this coincidence happen to me...Anyway, it turned out not to be HIM, as I figured. I just hate getting all excited only to be letdown. The worst thing in this situation is that the guy that messaged me turned out to be a total horses ass. |
| I hate it when I go to the bathroom and someone has either moved my book or I have taken it into another room and forgotten it. Reading cleanser bottles is boring...besides, I've already read them all 100 times! |
| Yet another bathroom gripe: Who the hell used all the toilet paper?!!! And how hard is it to put out a new roll after you used it all? Dammit! |
| Why is it that when we have company over, everyone agrees to pick a CD for our stereo (which allows us to play 6 CDs on random at a time), but when I pick Marilyn Manson or Nine Inch Nails as my choice, everyone has to bitch and moan and rip my music to shreds? Why is it OK to hear the fucking Eagles for the past 8 years over and over and over, but not OK to listen to what I want to hear for a change? Just wondering... |
| And another thing: Why should this girl I know be MAD at me because she saw my Friend's Page and she wasn't listed on it? What's more, she was pissed because I named Deborah and Jonas as my best friends and didn't mention her at all. Well, for 1 thing, she doesn't have a fucking webpage! And for another thing, well, she was supposedly my best friend and never returned my calls or came over for a fucking year! Do you think she should be my best friend still? Did she honestly expect me to pretend that she hadn't neglected our friendship and be all 2-faced and kissy-kissy and tell her that she's still my best friend? I think not. |
| I hate it when someone steals my graphics. I especially hate it when someone that I know steals them, then doesn't even bother to alter them, knowing I will go to their page and see it. Did they think I wouldn't mind? Did they think it was cool? Hell yes, I mind, and hell no, it is not cool to take someone else's graphics without asking first! Especially when it is buttons that I put the damned text on myself or the backgrounds that Rob made for me to use on my webpages. |
| Yet another bitch: why is it that I bitch all day long, but when I sit down to write this page I can't think of a single thing? hehe |
OK, that's it for my gripes FOR NOW. I hope everyone decides to participate and helps me get this page filled with gripes! Don't leave them in the guestbook...use the Complaint Department, please. Also, please include your name and location so I can post that with your gripe.
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