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

 
  

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Cosmicjamas
17:36 / 28.03.03
Aaaaaarrrrghh! My boyfriend, who happened to see me in the pub talking to my plumber, and has now accused me of shagging/wanting to shag the plumber (darned if I know what I was being accused of!) AND I think the plumber's gay anyway!!!!!!!! You'd think BF would feel secure, wouldn't you, as he's much younger than me and plumber is 20 yrs older. Heaven knows what I'll be accused of if I come to the Barbemeet tomorrow...
 
 
Cosmicjamas
21:21 / 08.04.03
This post's a bit icky so avoid if you're sensitive!! My day was actually going ok until just now...spent all day on my feet, I calculated, as I was evicted from my mate's seat in the pub this afternoon - he went off to discuss a job so I dived in to rest my feet, but he came back quicker than I expected, and moaned! I'd spent all day quietly ironing and pricing my car boot sale stuff, trying to put off thoughts that it might rain on Saturday.

Anyway, about 15 minutes ago I heard my small son shouting, went in to see what was the matter and found him in (now here's a gap for the sensitive)
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a sick filled bed!!!! Aaaargh!!!!!!! He's never been sick in his life before and he's 4 now. Euuuuurghhhh!! Human sick, eh, eh, eh...

So I put the bulk of his bedding in the washing machine, went back to get the rest and the door catch doesn't seem to want to open (it's a sort of vacuum mechanism). And the mate who wasn't nice to me this afternoon - you guessed - he's the plumber (ooo-er - same one as mentioned in my last rage filled post on this thread)!!!

No more than 20 minutes after leaving the living room I returned and found BF has fallen asleep with a cigarette in his hand and burned a big hole in the quilt that's on the settee. Oh dear. To put it mildly.

Hoping for a better day tomorrow, thanks for letting me rant...
 
 
Saveloy
14:52 / 11.04.03
This makes my f***ing blood boil:

Lonely Planet Guide to Great Britain

Too much in there and too little time for me to do a decent rant, but this is the f***ing brass biscuit, this is:

"In some areas, "a diet of ready-sliced white bread, fatty meats and veg boiled to death, all washed down by tea with four sugars, remains firmly in place".
Yesterday the guide editor, David Else, one of the British-born inspectors, said, "I have not had these things myself for a long time. But I have seen them on the tables of back-street cafes in any town in Britain. They are still being served up as food. I have been in these cafes. A lot of them used to be transport cafes."


Ugh, trades people! And not a double mocha ciabatta with chocolate cocknutting sprinkles to be had for love nor money!

AAAARRGGGHHHHH!
 
 
Ariadne
15:04 / 11.04.03
Fucking fuck, I've had a crapulous afternoon. Much of it due to my own ineptitude in understanding court documents - you can't write a coherent story about something you don't understand. And I don't understand. Sob. And ... oh god, what's the point in going on about it, I'll just go to the pub. Wah.
 
 
Baz Auckland
17:39 / 11.04.03
[thread rot] Saveloy: If it makes you feel better, there's a boycott going around regarding those bastards at Lonely Plabet[/thread rot]
 
 
The Return Of Rothkoid
07:13 / 12.04.03
Fucking shitbagging Time And Motion studies.
 
 
Olulabelle
13:15 / 12.04.03
Fuck fucking waking up and realising that the godawful day that was yesterday did happen and it wasn't all a dream, and I still do have to deal with the fucking fall out.

And fuck fucking people who think ignoring things is the way forward.

Fuck that.
 
 
Shrug
15:10 / 12.04.03
Fuck the omnipresent uncertainty in my life.
 
 
lead sharp
15:45 / 12.04.03
Walking home after a 12 hour shift in a nursing home full of bitches and whiners (thats the staff, the resident were cool. The weather in the morning required nothing less than overalls and a weilders helmet in order to go in the shade. The weather in the evening would have drowned me if I stood still long enough.

THEN some drippy fucker, presumabley the result of a female chimp haveing wiped itself with a shitty cum rag thinks its clever to splash me by driving through a puddle.

I was simpley amazed. I was a I couldn't have been wetter if I had been dunked in the north sea. And this cock wipe thinks it CLEVER to splash me?
 
 
Trijhaos
14:08 / 13.04.03
Well fuck you too sir.

I'm sorry I don't know the name and price of everything in the department. I'm sorry I was unable to instantly get back to you on whether or not we had your horrible Mothman Prophecies movie on VHS. I can't help it if I got distracted by helping out people in the department who actually took the time to come to the store. It's not my fault I can't operate the register and walk the department. I assume you wanted to know my name so you could bitch about me to one of the managers. Fine, you do that you fucking asshole. I'll explain the situation and everything will be fine. If you really wanted to know about that poor excuse for a movie, you would have dragged your fucking ass off the damned couch. I am not your personal goddamned shopper.

Fuck customers.
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
15:53 / 13.04.03
Wow, I really don't hate anything today. But Saveloy - that's just evil in a very condense form. If David Else were to wander in to my local "back-street cafe" while I was enjoying a nice sausage sarnie with a cuppa tea, I'd stab him in the fucking eye with a fork.
 
 
Our Lady of The Two Towers
18:52 / 13.04.03
Now, I know this isn't really their fault, as to get around it would mean they didn't have the problem affecting them in the first place, but websites where they only tell you there is a system error once it's sorted, leaving you in a fog of existential doubt as to whose fault it is and whether it's the universe punishing you for that time you had a whizz in the baptism fountain when you were 13...
 
 
Kit-Cat Club
17:41 / 14.04.03
I am outraged at the perfidy of the universe.

A sodding pigeon has just shat on my head. In Brasenose Lane. Fortunately there weren't that many people around to witness it, though I think it brightened the day for the poor old homeless chap. Didn't have any tissues so I had to wipe the worst of it off with a bank statement and then make a dash for a pub loo to try and cope with the rest of it. I have no vestige of dignity.

I thought this sort of thing only happened to Mr Bean.
 
 
Mourne Kransky
18:05 / 14.04.03
Now see, KCC, in Scotland you'd be pleased a bird shat on you because it would mean something really really good was going to happen. I have always found this superstition to be borne out, disgusting and inconvenient as guano in your hair is at the time.

But bastard bastard bastard DVD of Dune, "the Alan Smithee version", all the extra footage and most of it utter utter crapulence (hence Lynch removing his name obviously, but it was twice the price so I stupidly thought it would be the superior version...) mmmmf!
 
 
Tryphena Absent
21:30 / 14.04.03
My head is going 'you're fucked up, do the work' and my body's going 'who gives a shit' and I just can't seem to do it and I hate it and I hate clothes and I hate Gilles Lipovetsky and I hate reading my own writing because I've read it so many times I can't understand it anymore and I'm only halfway through but I don't know where to elaborate or cut stuff out because it's become a giant pile of elephant dung and I know I need to write about Frege and it's going to kill me but I need to do it now but I have to do the dissertation and I just want it to be over so badly that I'm crying and silently so no one hears me in the house and it's pathetic but I just read Barbelith and now I'm going 'oh I haven't read some fiction site' and I shouldn't but I probably will because I'm just determined to make my life awful and I hate myself and I have to write 700 words before Wednesday but I don't know where the words are or where to put them if they appear or how to get them.
 
 
Baz Auckland
22:10 / 14.04.03
A bird shat on me about an hour ago... well, on my hat brim actually. Not as bad. And all I could think of was that "it happened to KCC today." It made it much less nasty.... so no anger. Sorry.
 
 
Olulabelle
22:26 / 14.04.03
*sends calm thoughts to Anna about dissertations.* One day this will all be over and you'll look back and consider yourself fabulous for ever managing even to spell disser...dissa...diso...long essay.
 
 
Olulabelle
22:29 / 14.04.03
Bollocks to crap telly when you have to sit on the sofa with your duvet because you're too ill to go anywhere except occasionally to make brief little trips to your computer.

And bollocks to having kidneys that decide to get sick all of a sudden when they've been tickety boo (hurrah got it in somewhere) up till now.
 
 
The Return Of Rothkoid
13:20 / 15.04.03
Review boss shit-trumpet!
 
 
Saveloy
15:13 / 15.04.03
Flyboy> Excellent! Make sure it's got a big dollop of brown sauce on the end too. "Here's mud in your eye you meritocratic ponce!"


Kit-Cat Club> Thanks for reminding me that pigeons are bastards! I really hate the purring 'coo' noise they make, there's something unpleasantly sexual about it, isn't there? It's the sort of sound a fat old bumpkin would make at the sight of a teenage girl. I used to rent a room in a house whose roof was permanently covered with the things and when they weren't gorging themselves on discarded kebabs and vomit they'd be up there, lustily cooing and murmuring at each other. Imagine a dozen dirty old bumpkins wanking away on your roof. Ugh. I took to chucking copper coins at them, which vented some of my anger but was completely ineffective at removing the birds.

Oh yeah, I went away one weekend and stupidly left my window open wide enough for a pigeon to gain entry. When I got back I found they'd crapped all over my records and left a single, perfect, Iced Gem dollop slap bang in the middle of my pillow. All I could do was shake my fist out the window and shout: "Grrr, you pesky pigeons!" or something along those lines.
 
 
pointless and uncalled for
15:23 / 15.04.03
Six months? Six fucking months?

What in the sweet name bitchtits is this shit in aid of for fucks sake.

Everyone else gets three months standard contract and you give me six. If it had been three months I could have a real job, with real vacation pay and real sick days and real benfits instead of the hokey fake bullshit I have to put up with from you.

I can't believe you even think this is right after all I've done for you. I've worked for the agency on and off for the past eight years in two different countries (and that's been more on than off) and have the kind of track record that spakles more than a glass bucket of diamonds under an arc light. I've saved your ass, saved your contracts and saved you money time and again and all you can come up with is "That's the contract that they signed".

Yeah, they signed it and you don't have to enforce it. You could repay one of the many favours that you owe me and actually treat me like a real person for once you shit-eating fuckers. I will fucking walk on very short notice.

Wow, this thread works quite well, I must use it more often.
 
 
Gary Lactus
18:16 / 15.04.03
The way Barbelith enables me to willfully waste my fucking time. It is nothing but a diversion from all the really pressing stuff I should be getting on with.. fuuuccka;ldtgbegv;iaecunts.
 
 
Kit-Cat Club
14:15 / 18.04.03
If my blasted computer crashes on me ONE MORE TIME I shall do such things, I know not yet what they shall be, but they shall be the terror or the earth...
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
14:23 / 18.04.03
Fuckbastard Hackney Council! Car-moving fuckers.

And fuck the fact that I bought the new issue of Computer Music with full studio software on it and it won't bastarding well install for reasons known only to people who actually understand PC error messages.

And added cocktrumpets to my need to actually do stuff today when the sun is telling me to drink beer and get stoned in front of an open window.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
14:25 / 18.04.03
Addendum- as of now, Sol remains Invictus.
 
 
Our Lady of The Two Towers
16:49 / 21.04.03
Fucking Fuck Fuckers!

So I have to work last Saturday, in the middle of Easter weekend. So I develop a sore throat in the morning which in many ways is my most often got small cold symptom and my least favourite as I tend to do a lot of swallowing as a nervous thing (no giggling at the back please). So I get involved in a massive argument with a couple of users when it comes to refunding them because they don't have a receipt.
So... after work I'm heading down to the coast to see some friends for a few days. Once there, we realise we're both a bit ill and hungover and tired, so we decide to go back to her place, on the way buying three bottles of white wine, because we're not that tired, etc. The three bottles are supposed to last us until this evening, somehow we finished them off in about three hours. I only realise we've finished three bottles when the contents decide to make the first of several appearences. Luckily we're not far from the bathroom and I just about make it to the porcelein bus in time.

So... we wake up yesterday morning and the lovely hot bright weather we've had for weeks isn't there, although it does get a little warmer by lunchtime. We both try to do what we can to fight off the effects of not much sleep (about four hours each) and illness (did you know exactly how much more a sore throat aches after you've been doing some top-class vomiting?) but going out to the cinema or indeed doing anything more than sleeping in the afternoon is inconceivable.

So... we go to bed about midnight. Both dog-tired. But the fun doesn't end there! There's a crazy woman out in the street, shouting incoherently and keeping us awake for about an hour, the sort of situation where you're wishing someone would do something but you haven't got the energy to go and do it yourself. She eventually, one way or another, shuts up. Do I then get to sleep? Do I fuck.

Insomnia! Whenever I have a cold coming in, insomnia pays me a little visit, and I'm awake until sometime around 4:00 am. When I get to sleep I sleep until 7:00 where, for NO FUCKING REASON I wake up! And can't get back to sleep. So I lie awake for another few hours until my friend wakes up.

So we arrange to meet some other friends for lunch. Only all my other cold symptoms have kicked in, sneezing and coughing (on a sore throat, mmmmm!) eyes running and occasional bouts of feeling hot or cold. So we realise we're going to have to call it off and get me to the station so I can try and get home.

Which I manage, and am currently a few feet away from my bed. I have some Rescue Remedy which I'll be taking shortly in the hopes I can get a proper nights sleep.

Only my Dad's just called to let me know he and Mum are over at Nan's house, who is apparently very ill...

So how was your weekend?
 
 
The Return Of Rothkoid
14:52 / 22.04.03
Girl in a fucksmoking cupboard. Jesus.
 
 
bitchiekittie
15:06 / 22.04.03
pardon me, but could one of you angry type folk please direct me to the weeping and wailing thread?
 
 
Tryphena Absent
15:12 / 24.04.03
Focus. I need to focus and now I'm angry at myself because I'm running out of time but it's still not happening and actually the fear is hitting me. Will someone please slap me?

Think I'll nick some money out of mummy's purse and go smoke some cigarettes.
 
 
Our Lady of The Two Towers
23:05 / 24.04.03
Gah! Fucking Sodding Buggering Christing Insomnia! At what point over the last fortnight did my body decide the new total for how much time I need to sleep was about 4 hours a night? I'm just lying there slowly - going - mad!
 
 
johnny7
23:42 / 24.04.03
Deep breathing usually works, if not.....whiskey!
 
 
Tryphena Absent
00:03 / 25.04.03
Stop trying to sleep and do something else instead. When your eyes start to shut go to bed. If your eyes don't shut themselves then stay awake and go to sleep tomorrow.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
02:12 / 25.04.03
Insomnia, which on the bright side means I am burning through lots of books, but is going to make tomorrow a nightmare - and I am entertaining, and will need to *be* entertaining at a birthday party. Suck-ola.
 
 
Our Lady of The Two Towers
05:30 / 25.04.03
Yeah, managed to get to sleep about half an hour after posting that, have had about three hours sleep which is going to make going to work today... interesting. I'm going to blame the rescue remedy I've been trying this week as it seems to be acting like a stimulant rather than a relaxant on my system.
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
08:46 / 25.04.03
Sainsburys - would it *really* be too much to ask that, when you have one of these 'three for two' or 'fifty pence off' offers - the only things that make shopping at your stores at all justifiable for me - do you think it would be at all possible that you charge me the correct amount? Bad enough that I inevitably have to queue with my humble basket for 15 minutes whilst your mocking bright orange signs claim to always have plenty of tills open, but does checking my receipt on teh way out, executing an 180 degree turn at the door, and then bowing and scraping at the Customer Services point for a measly £1.79 really need to be an intrinsic part of my weekly shopping experience?

It's the little things. You unspeakable fucking cretins.
 
  

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