Go ahead. Bitch, moan, grumble and shout.

What's pissing you off? Who are you mad at? What have you had just about enough of?

Make it loud.

-- Anonymous, December 03, 1999

Answers

Oh why didn't you ask this yesterday? I was sooo pissed! I didn't have enough sleep, I was CRANKY, customers were bugging me, and I am generally pissed off at my soon-to-be ex-husband for all the obvious "getting a divorce" feelings. BUT I had to call him yesterday because he hasn't returned the papers I sent him to sign. He said "I'll get to it", and "I don't feel like talking about this right now", and hung up on me. I was so mad I called back and threatened to drag him through court and make his sorry, miserable life even worse.

YES we are getting a divorce after only 3 months of marriage because he is a PSYCHO. And I'm MAD because I didn't know it before. And I'm the one that is being inconvenienced. And I'm the one that had to move out. And I'm the one that had to spend the money to file the divorce so I can get rid of him. AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!

BUT GUESS WHAT! I got my cat back. The one that thought The Pycho was so great (remember Taylor?). Now that we are a family of 3 again (one other kitty), Punkin is really glad he doesn't have to share the bed with The Psycho.

-- Anonymous, December 03, 1999

my school-job hasn't deposited my paycheck yet and i wrote a check today that's going to overdraw my account if they don't do it soon. i was supposed to get paid two days ago.

-- Anonymous, December 03, 1999

Let's see I only got a B on the paper I busted my rear on and then had to rewrite at 5 in the morning because my computer crashed due to a virus on my back up disk and took the paper with it. I have a sinus infection, and i seem to have misplaced my last paycheck and rent is due today. Ugghhh.

-- Anonymous, December 03, 1999

Oh my...its progress report time again. The halfway mark in the quarter when our teachers tell us how we're doing and we freak out and resolve to get our asses in gear for the remaining four weeks. Wanna know my grades as of 7:45 this morning (1st period, Advanced Placement English Language and Composition)? Two F's, a D, a B and an A. Hah. One F was in English (my best class), but it went up to an C after my teacher and I straightened things out. The B is in Advanced Placement American History, but its a high B which I can bring up. The second F was in Chemistry 1, probably the hardest course at my school. Luckily I brought that up to a 70 by finding something worth 200 points. I'm a teacher's assisstant fourth, so no grade. The D is in Pre Calculus, but I'm working my ass off in there. Finally, I have an A in Debate 1, the class when I am typing this from, watching _Little Rascals_. That alone should explain why everyone has a 100% in here:)

-- Anonymous, December 03, 1999

Oh, man, I've turned my own journal into a big holiday bitch fest; I don't need to repeat myself here. But I do happen to know that you, Ms. Pamie, just won two big awards which I'm sure you will mention tomorrow, so you demonstrably do not suck, which we all knew, anyway. And you make us clutch our spleens on a regular basis, which obviously just means that we're a better judge of what's funny than you and those guys in Aspen are. So there.

-- Anonymous, December 03, 1999

Oops. You already mentioned your big awards. So, yeah. Whatever.

-- Anonymous, December 03, 1999

I am very proud of you, whatever you do.

-- Anonymous, December 03, 1999

I had a friend tell me once that I can't possibly be successful if I keep doing too many things at once. She said nothing would get the right amount of attention.

From what little I understand, your friend is only partly right. It isn't that, if you do a lot of things, you can't be successful. I think it's, if you do a lot of things, you can only be known for one thing. Or, to paraphrase Alan King, the cart they wheel you in on is the cart they take you out on. Look at Anthony Burgess: he was a successful musical composer until he started writing at 35. After all of the books he had written, he complained that the only book he was known for was one of his least favorites, A Clockwork Orange, and he didn't like the movie either, because the novel's ending was left out.

Burgess probably isn't the best example, but he's the best one I can think of right now.

-- Anonymous, December 03, 1999

I have no place to live. My car is falling apart. To add insult to injury, I am running a fever of 101.

On the upside, for you anyway, you were the only person to beat me in the Diarist Awards! Maybe I should make you a button or something. And you completely deserved the win so many congratulations-

-- Anonymous, December 03, 1999

pissed for the same reason ALLYSON is ... quarter report cards.. except im on the other end... i have to make them for all of the students. argh! they are due to the students the 17th. the rush is on... mind you i have 7 thru 12th graders

-- Anonymous, December 03, 1999

...knowing [somewhere deep down inside] that i could work my ass off all my life to try to "make it" as an actress and still never make it much further than where i am now...

...that both scares the hell out me and pisses me off to no end...

squishy hugs to you, my dear...i hear yah...

signed,
"a fellow occasionally disgruntled actor type"

-- Anonymous, December 03, 1999

I am tired of not being known. Dammit all to hell and back again. I am tired of horny net guys thinking that I will put my face in their girlfriend's coozy. I am tired of my children whining and bitching and moaning if I ask them to pick up the trash in their bedrooms. I am tired of waking up and having 14 damn minutes to myself before I have to get my act together and starting working. I am tired of getting zits and being 33 flipping years old. I am tired of my hair being frizzy and my legs being furry. I am tired of dogs fighting, cats fighting, dogs and cats fighting. I am tired of sleeping 5 hours and feeling "rested". I am tired, dammit.

-- Anonymous, December 04, 1999

Many, many things.
Although now I am too tired to go on a good full-blooded rant, I am absolutely sick of Floridian drivers, who all seem suicidal and/or homicidal. (I was nearly hit three times going on a trip to the post office today. Not to mention the idiot who pulled halfway into my lane yesterday and STOPPED, forcing me into a near-wreck with about five other cars.)
And I am sick, absolutely sick, of having to get up at six in the morning to be coherent by 7:20 AM, which is when my high school starts. At least this is my last year there.
And, finally, I am tired of being exhausted all the time. Maybe stress, maybe hypoglycemia, or possible anemia. I get to have blood tests next week.
I hate needles, too.
Isn't life wonderful?

-- Anonymous, December 04, 1999

*************Pity Party Pooper***********************************

Today was my birthday. The first thing that hits me is some dumbass Dilbert in Human Resource demands I spend two hours on a form to justify my pitiful pay raise that won't even match the inflation rate. I have to tell a bunch of people with associates degrees in basketweaving why my job is technical.

Ussually we get to go out for a birthday lunch, but today I had to sit through a boring three hour meeting, and didn't get to even eat lunch!

They didn't do one thing for my birthday, a few cards, and a few "Oh yeah, happy birthday"s, but nothing else....everyone else gets a cake....I am always decorating someones place, or taking up a fund for others, but did they do one little "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU" chorus...

guess I need to quit, not like I am making any money, and by the way I am sure as hell not getting any younger.

Since we are pitching a bitch...WHAT IS THIS MORTALITY THING! Why are we born only grow old and die! I think the whole thing sucks.

WHEW! I feel better, thanks pamie.

-- Anonymous, December 04, 1999

Well, we all know you rock, Pamie. And you won some well-deserved diarist.net awards... I didn't even get nominated :)

I *really* feel like being catty about one or two of the other winners, but that would hardly be "in the spirit" of me, would it? *Sarcasm*

I'll tell you what pisses me off: being POOR all the damn time! I bust my ass trying to get design work, and then i interview TWICE to a coffee shop (for mostly fun, but also extra cashola), both times the guys liked me a lot (i thought) and now it's over a week later and I've heard nothing! Dammit... it's times like this i feel like a total failure.

I really hope that I do something great with my life soon.

-- Anonymous, December 05, 1999

Well, we all know you rock, Pamie. And you won some well-deserved diarist.net awards... I didn't even get nominated :)

I *really* feel like being catty about one or two of the other winners, but that would hardly be "in the spirit" of me, would it? *Sarcasm*

I'll tell you what pisses me off: being POOR all the damn time! I bust my ass trying to get design work, and then i interview TWICE to a coffee shop (for mostly fun, but also extra cashola), both times the guys liked me a lot (i thought) and now it's over a week later and I've heard nothing! Dammit... it's times like this i feel like a total failure.

I really hope that I do something great with my life soon.

Wanna see me pity myself a lot lately? http://the-agora.net/clockworks/

-- Anonymous, December 05, 1999

... and then i go polluting the forum with my screw-ups. Sheesh.

-- Anonymous, December 05, 1999

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Julie-- I feel your pain:) I live in Sarasota, and we don't have tourist seasons, we have seasons in which certain types of tourists come:) Right now its the Candians. They come in their cars bearing their Ontario license plates and feel the need to drive down U.S. 41 at 25 miles an hour...uck... Not to mention the seniors who have no idea that to get into the mall there are two lanes: one for exiting and one for entering...and then they try to exit in the entering lane...

-- Anonymous, December 05, 1999

Allyson, I heard it said something like this in a newspaper once: Floridian roads are filled with senior citizens who can't see over the dashboard, spring breakers who aren't very good with the BMW that Daddy bought them yet, tourists who have no idea where they are going (at 25 miles an hour... although lately I've been seeing Ohio people, not Canadians), and natives, (like us, poor us) who have been driven to madness by everyone else.

-- Anonymous, December 05, 1999

blah blah blah... i'm so depressed... my mom hates my bf. (someone that i met online) but i'm flying 700 miles away to see him anyway for xmas, and i haven't got the guts to tell her yet, cause she's gonna freak. oh well, she'll get over it.... hopefully. that's all i have to say, for now... ------> www.jelene.com

-- Anonymous, December 05, 1999

Hey Pam,

I'm sorry that you are bummed about Aspen. But please do not let this doubt your ability. You are one of the funniest people I know. You have talent charma and a whole lot of other stuff that most people (including those in LA) would kill to have.

One thing you have to remember, and I know this sounds really trite, but we are still extremely young. I mean like way young compared to those who we consider successful i.e. Bob and David.

Don't doubt yourself, just keep on chugging away.

-mt

-- Anonymous, December 06, 1999

All I got for my birthday last week was 3 shirts. My parents didn't get me anything.

-- Anonymous, December 06, 1999

Ooooh, ranting. Lemme!

I hate money. Always could use more. I hate that I'll probably never be financially comfortable until I'm in my 30's. Everyone tells me this is becoming the norm for everyone not born with a silver spoon in their mouths. Well, I hate that.

My birthday sucked. I couldn't talk to or see my girlfriend, so that was already a strike against it. I always have to share it with a damn bird (Thanksgiving). My friends either crapped out or screwed up in meeting me on the night of my birthday to celebrate. Not to mention I felt old from hearing news of a baby being born by someone who I swore was only SEVEN years old yesterday. I'm a guy, but it makes me feel like my biological clock's ticking, too.

Can't stand snow or ice or this part of the Midwest, although this winter has been unseasonably mild.

I guess I'll go count my blessings now. Thanks, Pam!

-- Anonymous, December 06, 1999

Mical is so young he still breast feeds. I mean, no offense. I'm just sayin'.

-- Anonymous, December 06, 1999

Oh yeah, one more thing. Sorry, but I gotta get it off my chest.

I'm PISSED that I didn't win the fall poetry.com contest. The winner's poem sucks. I'm not normally conceited about my works, but I felt it really was much better than that hack! Grrrr.

Okay, I promised myself I'd think of something positive...

At least I'm being published in their anthology book and will have my place among the greats in the Library of Congress.

-- Anonymous, December 06, 1999

Don't feel bad. We didn't get picked either. I mean, I didn't write a play or anything, but out of three groups, our garden design for the annual Home & Garden show wasn't a winner. It was a weiner. And my NAIT entrance landscaping got a fat 13 of 20 after my instructor swore he "liked it because it's do-able". It wasn't a winner. It was a weiner. And I don't want to do any more projects. After all, I draw, I render, I lose. And now I'm here moaning & listening to Richardson's Roundup on CBC Vancouver. Only old people listen to it. But I love radio plays and odd, outdated, rare music. I wallow well in it.

-- Anonymous, December 06, 1999

What? I've got nothing to complain. Except that I still can't drive, despite being a year over the legal age here in MD, having had my learners for almost 6 months, and being entirely competent. So I stay at home a lot doing nothing, because I have no transportation to anywhere. Meanwhile, I have a grand total of 3 cents to my name (no joke) and Christmas is coming up, so I'll be stuck at home for two weeks with my crazy family. So, things are pretty good, overall.

-- Anonymous, December 06, 1999

I hate it when my roommate plays rap loudly before I crawl out of bed at 7h40. I hate having to sign in at every meal. I hate the food here. I hate being told not to talk in chapel. I hate chapel. I hate the chaplain's breath. I hate his singing. I can't stand having to serve at lunch. With the amount we pay for every meal, and the poor quality of the food they serve, you would think they would be able to afford to bring it to the tables and clean up themselves. I hate gay bashers who treat my friends as though they are not human. I hate being gated. I hate doing laundry. I am very angry that my pastel box has fallen apart. I hate having to request special permission to go anywhere. I hate having to keep my room clean. I hate cloudly nights when I can't go stargazing. I hate how boys are all sweet and loving one day, and pointy and distant the next. I hate winter. I hate computers. I wish my roommate would wash the dishes she borrows from me because I am getting really sick of looking at that crusty Kraft Dinner, and all I have left to drink tea out of is a plate. I hate how sports are considered so important. I hate being expected to fit in. I never will. Deal with it. I hate being bitter. But I am.

-- Anonymous, December 08, 1999