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Urgh! Fuck!: A thread for untamed hate and anger [PICS]

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05:34 / 11.05.05

Lame. I'm thanking god for insurance as I look at a five grand hospital bill, and I was only in the bloody place for seven hours.

Tryphena Absent

07:59 / 11.05.05

Hey, I know parent's can be incredibly annoying but maybe she's worried about you? It's probably not the money, she's probably scared of the medication, which isn't a stupid thing to be scared of at all.

11:20 / 11.05.05

i think you should have called your mum a cunt. she clearly deserved it, and, y'know, it's gotta be done once.

12:03 / 11.05.05

I think we're reaching dangerous heights of petulance.

Actually, Chuk, your post's pretty interesting.
There are certain things that just don't get written about on threads like this. Annoyances that are almost made invisible by their ubiquity (in the same way that, say, football geekery is invisible), and by the fact that talking about them has the potential to put us in a bad light. I mean, issues of privacy aside, most of us can be pretty unreasonable when it comes to family. My mum drives me round the bend (although I love her to bits), but I wouldn't tell you about our arguments - I'd come off as a right arsehole.

Tryphena Absent

13:06 / 11.05.05

My mum often makes me want to repeatedly smack my phone against the wall while she's on the other end of the line. Not at the moment, but give it a week.

14:01 / 11.05.05

And the perfect end to the perfect day: I ended up having a reaction to the new medication and spent the wee hours of the night/morning in the emergency room. 3.7hrs of waiting, 10min of a doctor actually doing something.

14:11 / 11.05.05

Who's the cunt now, eh?

14:36 / 11.05.05

Lol

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15:05 / 11.05.05

Chuck's mum: "I hate to say I told you so, but..."

Only joking, Chuk. That sounds really shit. Hope you're feeling better now.

Regrettable Juvenilia

15:25 / 11.05.05

Total call time: 15 minutes. Thanks to that conversation, I was 15 minutes later getting back to campus, making me late to meet my girlfriend for lunch.

You called your poor mother before she called you back, therefore simple mathematics dictates that you need to take responsibility for at least some portion of that 15 minutes.

21:06 / 11.05.05

therefore simple mathematics dictates that you need to take responsibility
I'm not sure I follow Flyboy. My main issue is that it took 15 minutes when it should have been 5. What has been left out of the transcript up top is the redundancy and repetition my mother tends to use.

My mum often makes me want to repeatedly smack my phone against the wall while she's on the other end of the line.
There are bitemarks in my cell phone. She wonders why I need therapy.

It's probably not the money, she's probably scared of the medication, which isn't a stupid thing to be scared of at all.
I don't know, she did repeatedly say that the meds are too expensive for me to get every month.

And yes, I am feeling a bit better now, just very sore and I have a massive headache. I'm supposed to call my doctor before taking the meds again, but I haven't been able to get a hold of a human all day and they close in 30 minutes. Starting to think that this whole trained professional help thing is too much trouble.

Oh, and I still haven't called her yet to tell her I was in the emergency room last night. That should be a fun talk.

And yes, I know alot of this is dumb and whinny, but it is the "Urgh! Fuck!" thread...

21:53 / 11.05.05

How fucking hard does it have to be to adopt a dog? I understand they have to go to good homes. I understand that I have to be sainted, knighted, a millionaire, and able to juggle three or more swords in order to be a fit dog parent. I am all of those things. But I don't understand why I can't get a yes or no or "we'll tell you soon" answer inside of a fucking month from these people. It's common courtesy, god damn it.

03:46 / 12.05.05

Took lunch late to race down to view a new place to rent that's only open for inspection for 10 minutes between 1:30 and 1:40 and stand around with a big bunch of hopeful tenants and then at about 1:40 when the estate agent still hasn't shown, someone calls the agency and finds out the inspection's been cancelled, no reason given.

Thanks a lot, arseholes!

Regrettable Juvenilia

07:50 / 12.05.05

Chuk, your original claim was that:

Thanks to that conversation, I was 15 minutes later getting back to campus, making me late to meet my girlfriend for lunch.

However, you have now stated:

My main issue is that it took 15 minutes when it should have been 5.

Logically therefore, your mother was only responsible for you being 10 minutes later getting back to campus.

15 (total call time) - 5 (your ideal call) = 10 (delay for which your mother was responsible).

Simple mathematics.

09:09 / 12.05.05

Rake, after three months of looking for property to buy, I can assure you that estate agents are a bastard race that must, MUST, be wiped from the face of this beautiful Earth.

16:36 / 12.05.05

GODDAMMIT! My job is so stupid I was just told off for going to the toilet when other people were away from their desks going to the toilet. Only Runce (or whatever your ficsuit is now) can understand the rage I feel.
Let me clarify- if everyone goes to the bog at once, nothing happens. IT DOESN'T MATTER! And anyway I'm fucking thirty years old you stupid hag!

New Job Time....

paranoidwriter waves hello

16:37 / 12.05.05

I'm so angry I could storm Parliament single-handedly. Why? Well, my mate Dave had his van robbed last night which has put his livelihood and therefore his family at threat. Worse still, this was no ordinary van: it was a mobile piece of art. There was huge Banksy original on the one side, and (I'm told) the other side had only just been done with a new image by another graffiti artist. I'll try and get a picture posted later, but if anyone even spots a van loosely matching my loose description, please let me know.

Grrrrrrr.......

17:44 / 12.05.05

Quantum, you guys really need to get out there. How the fuck you can you stand being treated like children I'll never know.

Get this everyone, if they're late for work they have to wait outside the office for five minutes (or something) before they're allowed in.

You should leave. NOW.

And, Paranoid, that's fucking awful, mate.

17:48 / 12.05.05

PAULINE FOWLER IS THE SOURCE OF GREAT HEADSICK AND MUCH RAGE!

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18:05 / 12.05.05

paranoidwriter- having checked your link, I think I know your mate Dave. He's moved my best mate twice now (with me helping on lifting) and I know what his van looks like. I shall certainly keep an eye out for it. That sucks ass.

18:13 / 12.05.05

I don't understand why I can't get a yes or no or "we'll tell you soon" answer inside of a fucking month from these people. It's common courtesy, god damn it.

Update. Category: Weirdness. I emailed a rescue lady for news on the dog I applied to adopt, and in reply I got a porn link followed by a Charles Dickens poem. WTF??

paranoidwriter waves hello

18:44 / 12.05.05

Antichrist Superstoat - cheers. If you've met Dave then you'll know what and truly unique and decent individual he is. Hopefully, he'll be able to hire/borrow another van at a decent cost (although I doubt it in London), so if any of your other mates need moving keep him in mind.

Boboss - thanks. The van was popular and we often came back to it half-way through a job to find people having their pictures taken in front of it. My worst fear is that by now it's probably been scrapped for parts and the artwork dumped or painted over.

But who knows? A while back my friend had his dog stolen whilst he nipped into a shop for a pint of milk. Four months later she was found by the Police running around a park in Walthamstow (I still reckon the clever little canine tunnelled her way out of captivity). So maybe there is a Dog afterall?

ibis with black hands - what poem was it?

Quantum - they are dehumanising you. Get out quick.

18:49 / 12.05.05

Have a heart that never hardens
A temper that never tires
And a touch that never hurts.

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18:58 / 12.05.05

Hah. The whole reason I checked this thread in the first place is because I was feeling angry. Now I've realised I can't articulate it anyway. It'll no doubt emerge later in life as a facial tic.

paranoidwriter- I've phoned people who know the van, and they're all looking out, but I very much doubt it looks the same anymore. Still, can't hurt, can it?

paranoidwriter waves hello

19:01 / 12.05.05

Nice poem. Hmm... I reckon she's being cryptic and trying to tell you something; although I have no idea what. Either that, or you're a "victim" of Operation Mindfuck.

I'm Rick Jones, bitch

20:20 / 12.05.05

CUNTING SHITFUCKS

One of my friends has left town with a string of lies and debt, owning me a twenty.

This is the friend who has been bending rules with regards to essay deadlines while I fight the good fight against recurrant depression. The strings he pulled may no longer be attached to anything. If I go to the head of the department my transfer of courses may fall through. Fuck.

This is the friend who was supposed to be putting me in touch with landlords he knew and helping me get a place for next year.

As a result of such things, I had to call a girl who shot me down on thursday to explain why she might be fucked too (quite a comfortable conversation, actually, and I was worried we might stop being friends, so, you know)

I feel very, very fucked over. My friend turned his mobile off after letting my first successful connection ring out.

I am FUCKED OFF.

20:28 / 12.05.05

I emailed a rescue lady for news on the dog I applied to adopt, and in reply I got a porn link followed by a Charles Dickens poem. WTF??

Sounds to me like your rescue person has a virus and doesn't know it.

21:22 / 12.05.05

That has to be it... she's a older lady, and not to stereotype old ladies or anything, but I doubt she deliberately sent me porn. I'm a bit stymied as to my next move, though - "Hi, Lois? Hate to nag, but last time I asked about the puppy you sent me porn links, soooo....yeahhh...just thought I'd give it another try?"

Less searchable M0rd4nt

21:32 / 12.05.05

Okay, after reading the last few headsick/rage posts (van, job, evil unfriend), I now feel an urgent need to flip out with a sword. In fact, fuck the sword--fists, steeltoecaps, pure FURY. These will suffice.

subcultureofone

13:09 / 13.05.05

faceknives faceknives
happy happy faceknives
faceknives faceknives
stab him up, yay!

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15:10 / 13.05.05

Sandra Bollocks- if it's any consolation, I can tell you ALL about friends fucking you over...

I'm Rick Jones, bitch

20:20 / 13.05.05

Thing is, some creepy cunt who looks like Jesus (who'd caused some shit last week in the pub) stopped me in uni today, asked me about the girl I'd gotten shot down by (in an amazingly creepy way) then when I told him I knew she had a boyfriend and I was just looking to get shot down 'fo offical, he kind of nodded and said "yeah, I know she has a boyfriend" in a manner so creepy I wanted to push thumbtacks into his eyeballs. Ugh.

Then he started ripping into the guy who fucked off, and I defended the doing-a-runner bastard. Christ knows he didn't deserve to be defended.

Basically I just had to get it off my chest how creepy the pepper-haired faux-messiah CUNTBAG was. My skin was crawling all the way back to the flat.

This is a badly written post. I am sorry. Thank you, stoatie.

02:09 / 15.05.05

Sandra Bollocks- if it's any consolation, I can tell you ALL about friends fucking you over...

Dude, if you give me your friend's new address and the landlord's e-mail and I'LL do it.

Tryphena Absent

01:02 / 21.05.05

I have a steel band contracting around my head.

One tia maria and orange juice. For fucks sake, I'm 23, everyone else can drink. It's not fair.

Pooky Is Just My Pornstar Name

01:59 / 21.05.05

While coming home from work on the bus, the man sitting next to me began to pick his nose and flick his boogers near me. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm a bit of a germaphobe and am quite fasitidious about personal hygiene, so sitting next to this fucking pig during a 20 minute bus ride was agony. The dirty pig kept picking at his nose, rubbing at his face, chin, and head. To top it off, he was softly snorting and pratically breathing on me at certain points. I gave him a few quick withering glares of disgust, but I dared not make eye contact because I was afraid of confrontation. Normally I'm quite confrontational when pissed, but I decided that confronting this filthy fucker might result in him laying his hands on me - something I definitely didn't want. I could just picture him grabbing my arm and saying, "What do you mean? I'm not a dirty pig." I seriously considered leaving my seat, but unfortunately that could entail possible body contact (I had a window seat in a two-seater bench). Getting up and leaving would have meant the possibility of briefly brushing up against him as I slid out of the bench. Fortunately, he did get up and leave before I reached my stop, though the entire ride was damn near traumatic. Some people can be such filthy fuckers.

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