Entries Tagged 'general vexation' ↓

And needs a bleeding rectum to match the shitstains on his ugly face.

He just now had the gall to let me know that the trash bins are filling up before the end of the week. Okay, what am I supposed to do, not throw my trash and recycling out? As it is (and hello idiot, I know they’re filling up!), I sometimes wait until trash day, after the bins have been emptied, to put some of my trash and recycling out. So, to put it mildly, fuck you.

I’m not sure how or why they’re filling up so quickly, but to my mind, a responsible, common-courtesy-type landlord would, instead of blaming the problem on his tenant, contact waste management to — hold onto your hats, folks — request bigger bins.

Dipshit.

I’m ready to commit myself.

It started with a call after I had fallen asleep. I already knew that George Carlin died today. But this was a long-distance call from an area code back home in Texas. Because a) I was asleep, and b) I didn’t recognize the number, I didn’t take the call. I got a text shortly thereafter about Carlin. I wrote back, “Who is this?” “It’s Jeff.” “K sorry middle of the night for me.”

Anyway, after another text, I was wide-awake. That’s about when the fly/mosquito (I’m still awake battling the fucker, so I’m not sure which it is) started up. A couple of fruitless swats of a magazine later, and I was sleepy. That’s about when a neighbor’s smoke alarm became faulty. Intermittent as all hell.

I haven’t heard the smoke alarm in about fifteen minutes, but I know that bug is waiting for me to turn out the lights.

I’m also waiting for the annoying as piss dogs upstairs to start barking right outside my window. Oh, and just after that, the crazy bitch next door is scheduled to kick off one of her soliloquys.

I was first nodding off around 10:30 p.m. It’s now 3:03 a.m. and I’ve got about 20 minutes cumulative of sleep.

Oh, what a night.

They did it. They gave me my fucking administrative review. And the dumb city of Berkeley wasn’t cool enough to lower the exorbitant fine imposed on me for the horrendous crime of temporarily parking in a bus stop big enough for two full-length buses.

I’m totally writing them a letter informing them of my intent to boycott the city, and to ask my friends to do the same when possible, to deprive them of the same $250 in tax revenue they’re getting from this completely unjust levying of a fine.

It was your choice, Berkeley. This shit is so on.

Really quick: I had the idea to start this site earlier today as an outlet for all things anger-oriented. I don’t care if you call it pissed, mad, angry, infuriated, exasperated, or flying off the fucking handle, this site is here for you to convey that emotion to the world.

We’re just getting started, so categories will be added as we go. If you see a need for one, and aren’t able to add it yourself, let me know.

And for the record: It was Hillary fucking Clinton who pissed me off this morning. Natch.