What pissed you off today?

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'98 convertible, actually. It's almost as big a POS as my poor Firebird, whom I can't bear to part with, in spite of the fact that her electronics are fucked, too, and her transmission's been gone and her head gasket has been blown for nearly two years. :( She currently sits in my parents' backyard, and I'd cut somebody if they tried to make me part with her.

Wow, I'm surprised. The hardtops and convertibles were very different cars, and the hardtops are notorious for electrical issues and transmission problems. The ragtops weren't hugely better, as Chrysler basically sucked in the 90's all around, but the converts were still far better than the shitty, shitty hardtops.

So, um, it's a Firebird. Finding engines and transmissions for those things ain't so tough. I hope your steering column isn't fucked and your passkey system isn't working. THAT is a stone-cold nightmare to deal with. Passkey is a really great idea, and one of the few good things to come out of GM in the 80's and 90's vis a vis security, but when it failed, it was often catastrophic.

My buddy had a 95 NHRA Firebird. Fuck, that thing flew! The NHRA model was a total sleeper too. Not a single special badge anywhere on it. Not even on the engine, but it was a screamer.
 
Bear with me for half a second while I ready the soapbox. OK?

OK. I appreciate being made part of friends' personal lives, it's nice. I have no problem being asked for advice or an occasional opinion, that's also nice. However, when five people in the space of two weeks have asked me to give them advice on their relationship, it starts to get a tiny bit tiring. When two of those people go on to completely ignore said advice, it grates a tad more. When a further one actively does something I advised against, it irritates further. When a FURTHER one bitches at me because my advice didn't work, it makes me want to dole out some stranglings. As a rule of thumb, you wouldn't ask somebody who dropped out of school for serious medical advice because they have no experience in the field; why, then, must you persist in asking me for relationship and sexual advice?

Hurm.
 
Wow, I'm surprised. The hardtops and convertibles were very different cars, and the hardtops are notorious for electrical issues and transmission problems. The ragtops weren't hugely better, as Chrysler basically sucked in the 90's all around, but the converts were still far better than the shitty, shitty hardtops.

So, um, it's a Firebird. Finding engines and transmissions for those things ain't so tough. I hope your steering column isn't fucked and your passkey system isn't working. THAT is a stone-cold nightmare to deal with. Passkey is a really great idea, and one of the few good things to come out of GM in the 80's and 90's vis a vis security, but when it failed, it was often catastrophic.

My buddy had a 95 NHRA Firebird. Fuck, that thing flew! The NHRA model was a total sleeper too. Not a single special badge anywhere on it. Not even on the engine, but it was a screamer.

The passkey thing fucked up years ago. I have no idea how much money we spent chasing it. But it works properly now.

It won't be hard to find the parts; it's just a matter of affording the damn things.

Mine's just the plain old '96 factory base model. But I love it soooo much. It will be fixed...eventually, LOL.
 
The passkey thing fucked up years ago. I have no idea how much money we spent chasing it. But it works properly now.

It won't be hard to find the parts; it's just a matter of affording the damn things.

Mine's just the plain old '96 factory base model. But I love it soooo much. It will be fixed...eventually, LOL.

I helped a friend chase passkey issues interminably. Hateful damned problem.

The base model was still good stuff. The six cyl models were far better than their counterparts in the Ford Mustang line-up. And, if I remember correctly, the six cyl's transmission is a lot cheaper on the salvage market.
 
A tiresome week with more shit to add!

I hate it when I run around all week trying to get shit done so that I can sit on my ass all weekend, and then find out at the end of the week “someone” makes plans for me on Saturday with out checking with me first.

What pisses me off more is said “someone” has to work during these plans he made with “his” father and wife! Now guess who has to look like a bitch telling them I really don’t want to go over for dinner, especially with out your son!

There said my peace, I feel.......well not better just more pissed off! :mad:
 
Only 9 days for a delivery! Wow, that's like lightening quick!

:D

Sorry. Smart ass comment from the back of beyond.

Dork. :cool:

That's slower than priority is supposed to take from here back to the states! I'd argue that one with the post office if I were you. Maybe they can do something about it, even if you bought it online. Or at the very least, tell you who to contact.

USPS Priority Mail takes 2-3 days...

I'd bet it's not a post office issue, but an issue with the company from which she's buying - packaging and handling time :rolleyes:

Ding! Ding! Ding!

When I did vintage lingerie/clothing online, everything was shipped Priority within 24 hours of payment. Apparently the dealer I ordered the gift from isn't as concerned with timely processing as I was... it'll still get here before his birthday, but thank goodness I upgraded shipping from Standard to Priority.
 
ROFL, I just hit rock bottom, applied for working for an employer 6 years ago. Distribution house for Adult Novelties. Who knows, they may even hire me. LOL
 
Joe Cox gets the flu the day before the game. I think Logan Gray is better anyway. But Joe will play and get half the team sick. This could be a long afternoon.
 
Starting to drop something, and bending/turning quickly to grab it before it hit the floor.

Instead, *I* almost hit the floor as I pulled some of the muscles just below my shoulder blades. :mad: at myself because I *know* better than to do stuff like that with my back.

Chit. Oh, well, 20mg of hydrocodone (all legal, folks - I have prescriptions!) and a couple hours sleeping with a heating pad under my back, and I'll be just fine when I get back up. I hope.
 
Why is it.......

When people call you 1 hr before a party to invite you and then when you say you have other plans get pissed off?!

"Hello dumb ass! Don't call so close to the time of the party to invite me and expect my to drop my life and plans to come!" Fucking ediots, I swear. And now I'm the bad guy:mad:

Maybe I should feel loved knowing that everyone wants to invite me to their functions, but seriously......an hr before the party?!
 
Starting to drop something, and bending/turning quickly to grab it before it hit the floor.

Instead, *I* almost hit the floor as I pulled some of the muscles just below my shoulder blades. :mad: at myself because I *know* better than to do stuff like that with my back.

Chit. Oh, well, 20mg of hydrocodone (all legal, folks - I have prescriptions!) and a couple hours sleeping with a heating pad under my back, and I'll be just fine when I get back up. I hope.

Often, this is a matter of trigger points. Clair Davies' book is dead good for this, meaning both the "Trigger point manual" and the Frozen Shoulder book. Both incredible texts.
 
Starting to drop something, and bending/turning quickly to grab it before it hit the floor.

Instead, *I* almost hit the floor as I pulled some of the muscles just below my shoulder blades. :mad: at myself because I *know* better than to do stuff like that with my back.

Chit. Oh, well, 20mg of hydrocodone (all legal, folks - I have prescriptions!) and a couple hours sleeping with a heating pad under my back, and I'll be just fine when I get back up. I hope.
Hour and a half with the hydro and heating pad and napping, and I'm mobile again. Kinda fogged up in da brain, but what the hell, it's worth it. :)
 
So I've spent the last hour and a half *trying* to barber my mother's one-eyed shihtzu. The one whose hair has gotten long enough - and *matted* enough - that some of the mats of hair are too tightly matted for the freakin' *fleas* to crawl through. They have to go over or around these mats that are literally as dense as a heavy felt. :rolleyes:

I'm about 80% or so through, but I've finished off most of the worst parts - her face and ears. Still got to trim her rear end, though. My pet clippers, specifically designed for clipping dogs, won't even get through some of the mats, they're so dense, without literally shaving down to the skin. Poor lil thing has a couple of little nicks where she wiggled and the clippers bit her skin. She didn't even yelp - just snapped her head around in the direction of where the nick was, and then looked up at me sadly with that one big brown eye. :(

But her second flea shampoo shower/bath is going to have to wait until tomorrow. I'm not going to have enough energy left after finishing the clipping to fight my way through that, too. At least this time (the other shower/bath was last night. I think. Maybe Thursday night.) the shampoo will be able to get all the way down to her skin.

What pisses me off is that my mother *knew* she wouldn't be able to properly groom and clean the dog, but she still insisted on getting her. <Sigh> Y'all know, of course, who does all the taking care of her - walking, feeding, clipping, bathing, etc. Just as a hint: It's not mom, and no one else lives with me.
 
Losing my key chain Swiss army knife. It comes in handy a lot. Guess I'll get another one.
 
When people want to try and insult your intelligence and comprehension!

I come to this site to express myself, whether it may be through my sexual pictures or my thoughts and opinions. When people want to talk down to me when I have a reasonable opinion because I posted some pictures of myself on Literotica before even looking at their thread, it just pisses my off. I’m not an idiot because I’m on this site. I may be a perv, but I still have a brain!

And if you’re the one I'm talking about reading this, you know what you've said and it is completely bias against me!

Man, I really dislike judgmental people. I would say "hate" but that's just too strong of a word for me, because really they’re just ignorant!
 
One of my suitcases exploded all over the conveyor belt at the airport this afternoon. If the handlers hadn't dropped it about 20 feet, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have. Just what I wanted... the entire airport to see all of the contents of my suitcase scattered around, and me hussling to try to pack it all back up. It's even worse when you're dealing with two foreign languages and everyone wants to ask what happened.

So embarrassing!
 
One of my suitcases exploded all over the conveyor belt at the airport this afternoon. If the handlers hadn't dropped it about 20 feet, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have. Just what I wanted... the entire airport to see all of the contents of my suitcase scattered around, and me hussling to try to pack it all back up. It's even worse when you're dealing with two foreign languages and everyone wants to ask what happened.

So embarrassing!

could be worse, were all the whips, dips and chips in the bag too?
 
I come to this site to express myself, whether it may be through my sexual pictures or my thoughts and opinions. When people want to talk down to me when I have a reasonable opinion because I posted some pictures of myself on Literotica before even looking at their thread, it just pisses my off. I’m not an idiot because I’m on this site. I may be a perv, but I still have a brain!

And if you’re the one I'm talking about reading this, you know what you've said and it is completely bias against me!

Man, I really dislike judgmental people. I would say "hate" but that's just too strong of a word for me, because really they’re just ignorant!

*nods* I cannot abide patronsing people and that was just plain rude.

It always amazes me when so called intelligent people can't put together a decent argument to defend their position. :cool:
 
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