The Venting Thread

That sounds like fun actually.

I want to go out, I want to talk to people, I want to hear other people's voices and listen to them laugh. I want a friendly hug, or a sly grin when there's an inside joke floating around.

I miss having friends and being social. And the more I think about it, the angrier I get, thinking about all the people I've trusted and gotten close to who've just screwed me over and let me down. Depress-a-thon. Pity party.

But then I suddenly remember I DO have friends. But then I just feel guilty for not thinking of them and appreciating them for what they have done for me. So many obscure faces in the woodwork that have shown me support and care and love in the last few months and in so many places where I never expected to find it.

It's just that, you know, they all live anywhere from 3-30 hours+ away.

So this is still a vent. **** it. :wall:

I miss my Newfie friends! I live in Fort McMurray and i have no Newfie friends...how is that even possible

Awake stupid early, waiting for a call from the vet. I was hoping she'd call first thing

First cool day outside (although humid) in a while and I was going to go hiking with the girls but woke up with a stupid bad headache.

No, it's a hoarder's house, not fun. All under 20lbs, all some form of disabled or dying, all have horrible teeth, all are dirty, and are at least kind of matted.

She's the dog warden, so nobody will do anything about it.

That's terrible.

Miss Twinkie, the clinic cat, has retired

I shouldn't be this sad. It's stupid, but she has been there ever since Rosey was a puppy. Everything is changing before I'm ready.

Started off the morning with wondering why the downstairs floor was disgusting looking. I mopped last night before I went to bed so at first I thought it didn't dry properly/the stuff I used wasn't for floors. Nope. Boomer must have had another seizure, he pees when he seizes and then spreads it around.

So I turn the sink on to fill it so I can mop up. It fills slowly. I ran upstairs to get my debit card because I forgot to pay my cell phone bill and it was cut off, come back down, and the sink has overflowed like major. :yikes: So now I'm doing laundry for all the towels I used to dry up the floor. And my jeans are wet like half way up my leg, mostly from the water but I'm sure a little from the pee I didn't realize I was stepping in.

What a great morning. Oh, and my stomach bug is still here and stabbing me in the gut every half an hour. Oh the joy.

Got a call from my credit card company yesterday. They got a report from some law enforcement agency that one of the credit cards had been found, but both Ben and I have our cards. They cancelled the original cards and are over-nighting new cards to us. They are suppose to deliver today and someone is suppose to be here to sign for them. It's almost 4, we've been waiting all day and had things we wanted to do. On top of that, Ben was mowing and the belt broke on the mower and needs fixed, but we don't carry cash and....credit card.

I hate people.. Why can't you just leave us alone? You ruined our lives and we're trying to move on and be happy. Please let us be happy. Cause everytime I think of you, my heart breaks and I can't stand it.

There's a reason the roommate contract specifies how many nights a week you can have someone spend the niiiiight.

And it's because I don't like the guy you're shagging to see me in the morning. And I don't like having to enjoy that experience more than once a week.

pls stahp.

Just dropped Michael off at the recruiter's office. Thought I was doing okay until I got home and came the closest to hyperventilating and passing out than I've ever done in my entire life.

This is going to be a hard six months. My only hope is that it will get easier, not harder, because if it gets harder, I'm going to be miserable. Time better fly by.

I am extremely unhappy at my job right now (more than I ever have been) but am paranoid about going into any more detail than that. Ugh. I think if one more thing goes wrong I may just throw in the towel - which is sad because for the most part I really like my job and my coworkers. I'm just feeling extremely disrespected by the mgmt.

Headache will NOT go away!!

There is no reason for my work to be open Sundays. None. I don't sell enough to make it worth opening the door and paying me.

I also have a ton of off-time work things to do, and I don't get paid enough to bother bringing stuff home to do for work. It's just not worth it.

I live in an nice enough working class neighborhood but I border on ghetto. We have still left a lot to chance, car unlocked, tools and chemicals outside, etc, but today we just realized our hanging flower basket is gone. The whooping 6 bucks of annuals. Wtf? Who gets flower jacked?

Nacho has, yet another, mysterious open cut. I don't know what's causing them, and I don't know what to do. I feel like a failure

My account keeps getting bounced into new or whatever so my replies have to be approved by a mod...so no one will read this for who knows how long...

I like being friends with parents on facebook.. kids say funny things, kids are cute sometimes and I like pictures of milestones and other such fun things.

BUT IT IS NEVER OK TO POST PICTURES OF FECES.
EVER.
EVER.
EVER.

I don't care about why or how or solids or breastmilk or what the reason is for it..STOP POSTING PICTURES OF YOUR KIDS DIRTY DIAPERS ON FACEBOOK IT IS BEYOND NOT OK.

Need advice from a group of moms about something involving your kids crap? PRIVATE MESSAGE THAT!!

ICK
ICK
ICK I WAS EATING DEAR LORD

I am so beyond surprised. Because if this was common from this person I would just delete her but I dunno, this is her third dirty diaper pic today.
Ok YAY YOUR KID IS EATING SOLIDS POST A PIC OF THEM EATING NOT THEIR POOP LIKE WHY>?!?