Really, I just tried to make they're lives a misery... no point in just imagining it is there?

Let's see....My mom somehow managed to crack my password on the family PC and changed it so i can't get on whenever I want now, my therapist thinks I am depressed and homicidal (His words...), and I am grounded. -_-
Oh, and the evil beast froze my bank account, so any purchases I make will harm my credit and cost me around $50 in fees. Hate this bitch...

Well, I fucking hate living with fellow students. Today the drunken geniuses decided to turn all the shower heads in one of the bathrooms upside down and flood the entire bathroom, ceiling included (which just so happens to feature lights, smoke detectors, loudspeakers and likely other assorted electrical goodies).

If this is the best my generation has to offer our universities, then fucking kill me right now, because I'm only going to go batshit insane in the near future.

It's for the fire alarm. It's one of those newer ones with an automated recording telling everyone to GTFO.

Apparently not. Makes precious little sense, I know, but that's humanity for you.

I was thinking teflon floors would be the way to go, simply because it makes them easier to clean of course.

And release black widow spiders all over the place, to keep the flies and mozzies at bay.

Fuck it, just seal the place up and pump it full of hydrogen cyanide. Everything you don't want alive is dead and you're guaranteed that nobody will ever hurt themselves in the near future.

Just ate a habanero stuffed sausage (chicken and habanero stuck in real intestine!) and real Dijon (the motherfucking hot shit!) mustard. Too much real Thai food over the years, this is gonna hurt on the way out, but I need MORE that shit is weaksauce now. Cajun people, Thai people, I need your (food) love! Hell, anyone who's got anything that's hot and declicious.

Look, I'm not saying I want to rub this stuff in my eyes or anything, but I think I've lost most of my stomach lining and it's still not hot anymore. I want some fire mixed with flavor (no, I will not eat a ghost chili for the hell of it). It has to be good food and it has to be hot.

No, Indian food doesn't seem to do it for me, at least not what I can get around here, and we have a lot of Indians here.

Dammit, grr!

Well don't really have problems except some friends letting me down :( They always know where I am when they need me but i never hear anything else from them :(

Doing some side work with my brother's company, basically being a labor bitch for a couple evenings. We're pulling up a bunch of sod that was laid down a bit too late last year, and that also got clobbered by the excessive amount of salt / ice melter the city puts down on the sidewalks. Anyway, the appearance of the sod is poor since much of it has died, especially along the edges. Good, hard work and the weather is perfect for it.

As we're pulling up the strips, we're coming upon several hundred cigarette butts, candy wrappers, and the other general slop that lazy buttheads toss wherever they damn well feel like it. Is it really that difficult to pitch the spent cigarette into the butt can, to put the trash in the trash can?

bought witcher2 and although my pc is in "recommended system" list, the game is unplayable with lag and stutter.. what a great feeling to have a brand new game u cant play...

Why do I have to be so awesome? Curse me and my awesomeness. I hate my awesome life! I wish, just once, I could be mediocre.

So...calling an ambulance on a friend who just overdosed to suicide seems like a great thing to do right? ...bad idea... FML

If you dont mind me asking what happened?

S/he tried to commit suicide, you called the ambulance....