Bitchy McComplainsalot

Not dead!

Just been without internet for a bit during the move. Quickie mytery illness update: I am mostly better except for my throat, which hurts with the fury of a thousand suns’ angry balled fists pounding against piles of broken glass. I’m seeing a specialist tomorrow. It may mark the first time in my life that I have been excited to go to the doctor. I just want an end to the pain. Every swallow, every…

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Bitchy McComplainsalot project 365 (2009)

Day 308: X

When I woke up this morning and was greeted by the same headache I’d been living with since Monday night, I knew I’d better haul ass to the doctor and list off all the random, weird symptoms I’d had since last week when I started feeling generally and non-specifically craptastic, or else I was never going to leave the bed ever again EVER. The doctor had not a lick to say about the weird bone…

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Bitchy McComplainsalot health project 365 (2009)

Day 219: Eyes

Routine checkup. Shocked to learn that after a year of stability (eyes not getting weaker), I jumped up significantly (from -7.50 both eyes to -7.75 in the right and -8.50 in the left). I don’t know what this means, other than my eye doctor was totally lying to 12-year-old me when he told me that my eyes would get worse until I turned 15 and then start getting better. No, no. Since then it’s been…

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Bitchy McComplainsalot movies project 365 (2009)

Day 129: Bangs

Got my hair did. Like everything else in life, I like parts but I’m not crazy about the whole. I want to do surgery on it but I’ve been urged to leave it alone. I just want a great haircut for once. Not a this-is-okay-but-I-don’t-like-it-enough-to-do-anything-but-grow-it-right-back-out-the-way-it-was-before cut. Middle class woes, aren’t they fun? Saw the Star Trek movie today before work. It’s very bromantic and full of very attractive people and lens flares. Jesus, with the…

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Bitchy McComplainsalot project 365 (2009)

Day 63: Technotroubles

My Blackberry has been a real asshole lately. It’s just randomly deleted my call logs and my text messages four times now over the past month. I’ve called tech support three times and was told (the third time; the first two times, the people didn’t mention a word about this because they are obviously idiots) I needed to have AT&T wipe it because it’s a Blackberry glitch in which the phone will, if it gets…

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Bitchy McComplainsalot news

News: You’re doing it wrong

I’ve been kind of following the Russia/Georgia thing on Twitter this afternoon, and when I went to Google News to get the latest news updates, I clicked through to the AP’s story about the U.S. calling for a ceasefire in South Ossetia. And what do I see? A locator map showing me where Washington, D.C., is. Thanks, AP. Are these damn maps generated automatically based on datelines? Or did a human make this happen? My…

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Bitchy McComplainsalot work

Me vs. the machines

Some time this year (last year? the year before? hell, I don’t know; life is what happens when you’re blogging about your cats), they replaced the soap dispensers at work with the fancy kind that magically sense a dirty hand and noisily crank out sanitary foam for your handwashing pleasure. These machines — there are two per bathroom for optimum convenience!!! — have a mystical set of standards for occasions on which they will actually…

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Bitchy McComplainsalot why am I telling you this?

Trippin’

Today I took a little tumble in the liquor store. Literally. You know, I’ve spent enough time rambling about my stupid life on the internet that I just about had myself convinced that I couldn’t really be embarrassed anymore. Ha. Nothing like a good old-fashioned falling down to pour a nice little cocktail of humility and shame over your head. Still, it made me laugh. Once you recover and move far, far away from the…

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Bitchy McComplainsalot people suck

To the jackbag who hit my car and didn’t even leave a note

I hope you and your sandwich-stealing friend get to share the cheap seats in Hell, you spineless fucktard. I’m eyeing every vaguely red/maroon car in this town, looking for a similar pattern on the fender. God, people suck so fucking much. Not even 2,000 miles on my damn car and already some idiot has got me queued up to have body work done. I could spit acid into the eyes of a thousand children right…

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