??? Easter
I've heard of Pissing on my shoes and telling me it's raining, but I don't get the Easter bit

Oh great. Now my car is missing. This is just fucking wonderful.

I just got docked from an A down to a B on a paper in my class Faith in the World Seminar: The Holocaust, because I referenced Lockean individualism in an argument. The professor wrote "What is this?" next to it. Not my fault you don't know what that is you moron, go look it the fuck up.

They towed your car in for service without telling you?

No, they towed it to the wrong friggin place omg.

Yah myspace does that to me.........."People I might Know". And I do. Scares the hell out of me, because it isn't limited to geographics either.


Wow jinx. That sucks!

If you let it, it goes thru your address book to find people.

Yah I could tell, but it is handy in finding all the people I am trying to forget.

What now?? Are you at home or what?

Easter is on my mind for some reason.

Teh resurrection. All that.

I'm in a morbid spiral of late.

Yeah, I'm at home, my day is shot. They towed it to a dealership 15 miles away that has the same-ish name as the dealership 1.2 miles away. I had to sic jim on them to get them to tow it to the correct dealership where it will be fixed, but not until tomorrow now that they've fucked around all afternoon....

That feeling of "Dude, where's my fucking car?!" sucks ass. It's a good thing they found it quickly.... Jim was all "well who the hell took it?" and I'm like "uh, some dude with a flatbed".... gah

Ask him to clarify his comments. He may be suggesting that in the context of the field you're writing in an explanatory note may be in order, alternatively he may be querying its relevance.

If he is actually asking what the term means then he has no business marking that down, because it's not exactly an unknown term in general academia. Ask him.

@ jinx: honey, that right royally sucks.

Jinx, that is so quel dommage. It's a good thing that Jim knows the sun rises and sets on you otherwise that "some dude in a flatbed" remark would be grounds for a serious eye-rolling missy.

There is almost nothing that sucks more than car issues. <--hyperbole

I think I broke another goddamn toe. I'll post a picture to the bruises thread if I can be bothered to get around to it.



Oh, and while I'm bitching: I've got the flu, a blocked duct in my boob, and my kid is off his damn rocker today. Goddammit.

I just found out something that broke my heart and made me want to kill someone.

Two years ago, my Dad was driving back from his nightly visit to his regular pub. He used to go in every evening, and nurse a single whiskey and water, sitting at the bar chatting to the regulars. He was very ill even by then, a year and a half into his disease. When he visited the pub, he'd have to park up and wait for about half an hour to get his breath back from the drive before going in. At his side on the passenger seat would be a portable oxygen cylinder and breathing apparatus.

He kept that routine going pretty much up until he was bed-ridden.

On this particular occasion (according to the pub landlady whom my brother met this afternoon) he left the pub, sat in his van to get his breath back after the walk from the pub, then drove off. He got stopped by police who, presumably because they could smell the one whiskey on his breath and because by now Dad looked like he wasn't taking care of himself, they said they needed to breathalyse him.

Dad said he couldn't. he could barely breath. He was by now, very fucking obviously sick. Very fucking obviously struggling for every goddamned breath. The bastard fucking, shit of a policeman, took him back to the station and because he 'refused' to give a breath test, they kept him in a cell overnight and wouldnt give him his fucking oxygen. I am so angry right now I could smash something. I want to scream.