I notice a lot of us are going through some unhappy shite (to put it lightly) recently. So I decided to start a post. Let's vent our frustrations to everyone/ everything we'd like to give a big fat middle finger to!

Here's mine...

to epilepsy. Why is it every time things start to go well, you rear your ugly (albeit jittery) head & fuck it up? Really! Has Tony (my hubby) not had enough crap in his 40 years of life?! He's just about ready to go back to college (again) & there you go making him flop around like a fish out of water. And because of that, he misses a lot of work. Now, he's lost his job. Thanks a lot.

to my good-for-naught boss. I'm so sick of your excuses, your lazy mannerisms, your hypocrisy, & your self-righteousness. I've had it up to here (the stratosphere)! Over 2 years of wiping your ass, & I'm none the richer. I'm tired, stressed, etc. Go fuck yourself, dammit.

to the U.S. legal system who wants to imprison my uncle for a "hit & run" (long story short - he hit an older lady, wounded her badly, kept driving because he never saw her (kerataconus), & now is guilty of a felony). He's a Navy vet, a church volunteer, & basically nothing but an upstanding citizen. Go fucking prosecute a real criminal instead of criminalizing a man's legal disability (note: he's allowed under PA law to drive).

to the Baltimore O's. Ugh. The season is just getting more miserable w/ each passing day. Damn, you guys. You make it hard to be a fan!

Finally, a very mild, toying to The Cure. W/ everything going on lately, I was sooooo looking forward to seeing you live in 2 weeks. Now, I'll have to wait until the spring. I really could have used the pick-me-up.

Ok, who's next? I feel so much better.

to moderate/severe hypoglycemia. I can't stand this shit. I can't stand having to carry food with me anytime I need to go out. I can't stand the lack of knowledge that doctors have about this issue. I can't stand reading books that tell me to not eat sugar, and then reading a book that recommends popping candy when you feel bad. Which is it?!?! Can I have the fucking sugar or not? If I can't... what the hell am I suppose to do in an emergency while shopping for groceries??? Ask a cashier to cook me a healthy meal real quick? !@#$%^&!!!

to my older brother... who made us wait months before he moved out so we could sell our house. We were kind enough to give him the extra months, but then when he moved he refused to help clean up his room. His room is now known as "The Bog of Eternal Stench" around here. There is dust hanging from every inch of his ceiling. I had to vaccuum his WALLS! I have never vaccuumed a wall in my entire life! What the hell?! The carpet even has to be replaced, and the walls painted. Thanks, asshole!!

to this miserable heat, and my horrible allergies! Fall has my permission to start in the south now... really... any day now is fine, thanks! :rolleyes: I can't wait till everything dies. No more bugs, no more grass to mow, no more weeds to pull and no more heat.

Alright, I'm down for this post.

dumb cheating cunt that married my little brother today. He only had two whole weeks off while switching Navy bases and you keep him from his family and have him marry you at the same time he should be at the BBQ HIS family planned for him. to your family too for being the only ones to know about this shit.

to the aunts and other family members that never have anything to do with us yet today got preferential treatment over my mom and being able to go to the BBQ for said Navy brother. You fucking bitches are the reason why I'm not there. I didn't feel like dealing with all that shit.

idiot construction guys that decided it was a good idea to use gas powered saws in a non-ventilated basement and put everyone at work in risk of carbon monoxide poisoning. I HATE needles and had to get blood drawn to make sure I was fine. The nurse messed up with the first needle and I got stuck twice.

Slight to my best friend who has suddenly disappeared because she once again has a cute new boy to fuck. I won't stoop to your level of being obnoxious about you not being here when I'd like a friend to talk to. When I decide I'm gonna start dating again, you better not say shit about me 'ditching' you for a boy.

Hmm, here goes

to my brothers. It's hard enough trying to stomach that two thieves/drug addicts such as yourself get everything handed to you on a platter, but now you have an apartment that is furnished with MY furniture that I was keeping at mama's.

on a similar note, to my mother. I know I've never come first in your life, but goddammit, you GAVE AWAY MY FURNITURE! And when are you going to leave Randy? He treats you and your children like shit and you seem to enjoy it.

to Surry Community College. I've tries for THREE YEARS to get financial aid to get into this school, and yet you give me the run around each and every time and yet people who don't even fucking go half the time and have ten times more money then me get in. Brilliant

to these feelings I'm having over an old flame. We've not dated for years, but we've grown closer since then and I think I may be feeling that pesky little emotion called love. Thanks alot.

And finally, a big, hardy to the United States Health Care System. Without your complete and utter disregaurd for human life, I wouldn't have these mysterious lumps beneath my ear that I can't shell out money to get tested. Bravo!

Wow, thanks KrazyKatLady for starting this thread!

Wow...I have to do this over again because I exceeded the amount of images ( )
that was allowed. That would be 8.


To the powers that be. I had never lost anyone I was close to up until about a year and a half ago when we lost my Grandfather to cancer. We have since lost 11 more people ranging from newborn to 78 years of age. Thanks.

To my mother who was really no mother at all and made me grow up before I had a chance to be a kid. She who gave me emotional baggage and insecurities I do not know how to deal with.

To whatever it is that keeps me from expessing my true feelings and emotions to anyone, making myself swallow down BS my whole life and never let it out. Woe to the individual/s who are present when I finally snap. Hmmmm....see one up.

To all of the stupid people who have friends in high positions allowing them to get a promotion even when someone else is better qualified, enabling them to hit my husbands car and not have to pay to fix it even though they have insurance etc., etc.

To all of the extra weight that I cannot get rid of no matter what I do, making me feel and look alot older than I really am.

I second that!
My sis was diagnosed last year and her job, (which I hope she ends up suing the fuck out of), keeps harassing her about her attendance, even though they were aware of her condition prior to hiring her and she has only had 3 occurrences in one year of FT employment. All 3 were all medically-related, she called out ahead of time to give them notice AND she brought doctors' notes for each one.

To Goodwill. I hope my sister sues the fuck out of this company for endangering her health. She works hard and does everything she can for that job and they do nothing but drive her insane in return.

to Santa Cruz, CA. Thank you for making my life miserable each and every day.

To all assholes in general...read my other post.

to society.

My sister...who never gave two shits about me... and cares about her so called friends more than family. Sometimes I wonder if she really is my real sister.

to my graphic design major.

to my professor who looks like a big Santa. Thinks he's funny and gets everyone to like him. Ignores people that don't...like me.

to the fat on my body.

Some of mine were more in general, but oh well.

Lousy criminal fucks that broke into MY car that was parked in MY driveway, and stole MY ID, making MY life a living fucking nightmare. Another to the one criminal that has been caught and her so-called "illnesses"...you weren't too fucking sick to counterfeit hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of checks, cash them, and spend them, so why the fuck are you too sick to attend court, thus inconveniencing me further????

Death. Animals, friends, family members...'nuff said. I realize it is a part of life, but damn....why so many in a short time?

Cost of living and working in San Diego.

To all the people that wouldn't hire me...not because I was a pierced weirdo, but because I had the audacity to be a *gasp*...stay at home mom. On that note, thank you to Kidzui, for recognizing I am a viable working human.

Soon to be ex-husband. You never were interested in me when we were married, despite the valor of my efforts, so why the fuck are you digging in your heels and claiming "I want to fight for you" now? You always told the kids to go to their room, because you had a long day...don't try to be superdad now. Sign the papers, move on. That's all.

To the friends and family members I have been good to, lent money to, given up my home and space to. I don't ask for a lot in return, but a little fealty would be fucking lovely. Just because your life is bland and uninspiring does not mean that you need to introduce drama and bullshit into mine, in the hopes of getting some excitement. A double for treating me like shit when I try really hard to be a good person...I'm no Mother Theresa, but damn...recognize that people are trying to help you and give a shit about you, and stop being an asshat.

-J

ANd one more To my damn art teacher...she thinks that anime, fantasy art, digital art, comic book illustration, anything by Giger, hell anything not created between 1899-1970 is not anything worthy of artistic merit. She continually marks points off my grade for referencing these works, and gave me a low grade on a discussion forum when I voice the opinion that the Cry for Dawn cover commemorating 9/11 was a powerful piece of modern art. The picture is below: Scroll Down...the second to last print, entitled I love N.Y

-J

I'm incredibly sorry to hear that. Definitely have your sis update herself on the ADA & speak to an employment lawyer. Additionally, there are some good bits of info.
here & here . (((hugs))) to you & your sis. And let me know if you ever need any help or advice (Tony's been epileptic since circa 1974).