Category: F&#% Everything

A Lesson in Appropriate-ness

A Lesson in Appropriate-ness

Because I feel like some people need it.

The reason I started this blog was not talk about my feelings, but to talk about things that are interesting to me. But there has been something annoying the crap out of me lately so I’m going to go ahead and rant.

I’m not about putting people on blast via the Internet, in fact, I’m not about confrontation in general. But fuck it. The person this is directed to has no tact, so I really don’t feel the need to have any either. The person this is directed to probably won’t see this. But if you do happen upon this… and you have to think to yourself “I wonder if this is about me?” it probably is.

I know you’ve said, you love PDA (public display of affection) and don’t feel the need to censor yourself. But let me take your hand and walk you through human decency.
Kissing your significant other in public is okay. Saying “I love you” in public is okay. Hugging in public is okay.

You know what’s not okay?

Talking about how horny you are or other various sexual situations on Facebook and then TAGGING your significant other so their family can see it.

See the difference? Any questions?
…. oh, you say you can post whatever you want on your Facebook and if I don’t like it I can unfollow/unfriend you?

Sure, you can talk about whatever you want on your Facebook. And sure, I can unfriend you. But that doesn’t stop your posts from showing up on my family member’s feed where I can see it, and that doesn’t make it any less disrespectful.

And before you go and add to your collection of 1 billion status updates that boil down to “people need to mind their own business” STOP fucking posting YOUR business all over Facebook.

Keep your hormones between you and your significant other, and don’t subject the rest of your friends and family to them. Especially when your significant other is my baby sister.

Mmkay? Thanks.  Bye.

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Brain, Y U Do Dis?

Have you ever been super worried about something? Like with the stomach in knots, and that pinchy crying feeling in your nose, and that heavy feeling in your chest, almost as if  your heart was just going to jump up into your throat? Does that worried feeling ever become too much to the point where you just break down and start crying? And I’m not talking a little stream of tears. I’m talking gasping sobs that seem to go on forever.

If you’ve ever felt that worried or upset about something, then you know the feeling I have. Everyone probably experiences that from time to time, probably from something tragic or devastating.

I find it so very exhausting that I experience this sort of feeling over nothing at all.

I have to go to work in the morning? Here’s some nerves.
I left my hair dryer plugged in and walked out the door? More nerves.
I had a conversation with someone that I wish went differently? I know, let’s let that fester all day long.
My boyfriend is late coming home from work? Obviously he’s been in an accident. Let’s worry, shall we.

I hate this. I hate it so much. And I feel like it’s worse and worse every day. I always thought my fast food job was to blame for a lot of the anxiety I’ve been feeling over the last few years. But it hasn’t gotten better since I started my new job. In fact, I feel that’s gotten much worse.

I don’t know if it’s the instability of having a new job when there’s obviously bills to be paid or the fact that I have to do way more driving then I’ve ever been comfortable with… or a combination of all sorts of things leading up to this pressure, but there it is.

I like this job. I really, really like this job. I don’t want this anxiety to overcome me and make me lose it. Because seriously, leaving my old job was one of the best things that could ever happen to me. I really want this, but I want all this nauseating fear to just go away.

I don’t know. I’m typing this all up after I’ve taken a couple Valerian, and I’m starting to feel sleepy…

I don’t know what this post is even going to accomplish.

But stuff.

I don’t even want to outro.


Let’s Feel Feelings For a Minute

I don’t really know what to call this. It’s not really a rant as much as it is a paragraph or so about what’s been bothering me lately.
The stress of packing and moving and living on my own is in there somewhere. As is the fate of my job status.  But I just can’t take any more hurt from the fact that my sister hates me. I hate to do this sort of thing because it’s not interesting for you guys to read, but it’s always something that bothers me and I don’t know why I should care so much.

You know, if you don’t people to read what you say about them, you shouldn’t post things like that on the internet. I know that’s exactly what I’m doing but I don’t care at this point, if anyone reads it.

We’re seven years apart so I think a lot of it has to do with that. I’ve been told that when she’s older we’ll probably get along more. She’s an adult now but doesn’t act like it and we still don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things. She’s into things I don’t really understand. And I guess that’s okay. There’s certain aspects of it that I disagree with completely… because fucking logic? But since I don’t agree and don’t understand, she is content with portraying me as a monster via the internet. I’m tired of being the monster. It’s exhausting, and quite frankly it’s not fair, after all that I do for her.  Just because I disagree with her life choices and the fact that she gets caught in a whirlwind of “what people say on the internet must be true” then I’m a terrible sister?

And that she acts like I don’t know what it’s like to be in her shoes? High school wasn’t that long ago for me so it’s not like I don’t know how that is.  I remember what it’s like to disagree with my parents.  And I STILL know what it’s like to deal with anxiety and depression.

All I’ve ever wanted to do is give her advice and help her because I know what the world is like. And I know that she’s not going to get by with the way she acts. At this point, I can’t anymore. There’s only so much I can give and I’m emotionally exhausted. I guess I have to just accept the fact that my baby sister hates me and there’s nothing I can do about that.  Did writing all this out make me feel any better? No, not really.  But at least I can say I tried. I let things fester way too much which causes me to overthink and panic. So maybe, at least, I can stop thinking about it.






I get it, I get it. Breeds with aggressive natures are considered a liability issue for a building owner and therefore should be nipped in the bud before anything can happen.

But I am just so sick and tired of breed banning in apartment buildings. Eva is a mixed breed. She has German Shepard in her and Golden Retriever. And you can tell by looking at her that she has Rottweiler in her too. But she is also the sweetest thing. But we can’t find a place to live just because she is those breeds and weighs more than 30 pounds.

I wish owners would just meet the pet before deciding they can’t live there. And before you say the reason they ban all dogs to make it fair for everyone, I don’t fucking buy it. Yes people can say “oh why is their dog allowed but mine isn’t” but if they’re really going to argue against the fact that their dog is aggressive, but mine isn’t, they’re too stupid to function.

This experience has proven to be nothing but stressful, but I love Eva and really want her to be able to move out with us.  She may not be my dog, but she’s James’s dog and therefore feels like my family too. So I want us to be a little family and I want her to come with us.

Stop being lameasses, apartment owners, and let us bring our dog. 😦

Sorry for the rant instead of a real post, this week has just been really hectic and filled with searching, cleaning, and working.

I’m going to film What’s In My Camera Bag for next week because I’ve been promising that post and I think it would be easier to just make it a video.

Thanks for listening.. er reading.

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Rant: And This Is Why I Hate My Job…

Don’t mind me. I just need to rant sometimes. Warning…language and shit.

If there’s one thing that annoys the absolute fuck out of me.. it’s fucking grown ass tattle-tales.

If you are one of those people who has nothing better to do with their fucking life than to complain about customer service for stupid reasons, you can just unsubscribe now or leave this page because you seriously suck.

In this particular instance at my restaurant that shall not be named… a customer walks in seeming pretty normal. For the sake of the story let’s give her a name. How about CuntFaced Bitch? Yeah. That works.

CuntFaced Bitch asks for her double cheeseburger without pickles or some shit and without salt on the meat and a fry. Then she asks for an ice water. Now our drinks are self-serve. As in… you serve your GOD DAMN SELF. But before I can give her the cup she says, “just make it.” Not “please can you make it over there because (insert some weird reason here)” but no… “just make it.”
Considering that no one has asked me that before I simply asked if there was something wrong with the water out by the self-server station.  CuntFaced Bitch replies with a curt “no” and offers no explanation as to why she’s so fucking special that everyone else has to make their drinks except her. So even though there was a customer behind her waiting to over I went over to the drive thru station to type in the drink and told my co-worker I was making the drink for my customer and to let me know when it’s done. When I walk back over CuntFaced Bitch says with her stupid whiney attitude voice “do you have a problem with making my water over there?” I told her no, I was just wondering. She gets her food and takes the damn manager aside to bitch about me like I can’t fucking tell she’s whining about me. Dumb ass fucking bitch. She said I wouldn’t make her water and I just gave her the cup which is lie because obviously I made the fucking water for her. She said that when I went to make it I was laughing at her. Um Okay. Anyone who was up there when the incident (that shouldn’t even be a motherfucking incident but some people just have to pitch a fit over stupid shit) happened said that I didn’t laugh or anything.

So yeah. Thanks for telling on me like a little five year old you god damn cunt.

By the way, water is fucking free! You are bitching because “no one will make” your drink that you didn’t even pay for? Okay. You have some serious mental problems. Do the world a favor and crawl into a ditch somewhere.

Fuck you very much.


The Woe Competition

I understand that no matter how bad I think my life is at any given time, someone else always has it worse along. But what I am here to talk about today is what I like to call the “woe competition” and it drives me absolutely bonkers.
Let me give you an example.
When the restaurant I worked at decided to keep the drive thru open 24 hours, we had a few people volunteer to work overnight. They would have to give up their normal sleeping pattern in exchange for a nocturnal lifestyle, and for that I commend them. However, picture walking into work bright and ugly. Your co-worker greets you and says “how are you?” and while stifling a yawn you utter the words “I’m tired.” Cue suspenseful music. Your co-worker snaps, “I don’t even wanna hear that you’re tired! I’ve been here all night.” 
Look. I understand that you’re tired, probably more so than I am. But that doesn’t mean I’m not.
I once overheard someone mention they were broke to which someone else replied with details about their multi-thousand dollar debt.
Seriously guys? Why do you have to make it sound like a competition?
I get that maybe you want them to know that someone has it worse and they should stop complaining… but honestly what gives you the right to tell them not to complain?

I don’t really know what else to say on that subject, it’s just something I’ve always wondered about people.

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You Suck

To the Alabama scumbag who took $435.60 from my bank account,
My Hulu Plus account and gym membership is on hold, my new card hasn’t come in yet and I really want to buy my Nexus 7.
Thanks for this fucking mess.
I hope you choke.
Dick (or cunt)