I told my mom I would bring something by for her when I go to get my claws done, but now I can't remember what it was.

Barking dogs are a huge peeve at the moment. 1 in particular. One of the dogs behind us has been barking all freaking day and now night. Nonstop. Loud. It's bark is bouncing off the back of our house. The owners don't seem to be doing anything about it.

Now...if I could only remember what I was supposed to do for mom I might get some sleep...

I hate when I wake up at 3:30 in the morning thinking about all the things I need to get done amd then can't get back tp sleep.

I like job interviews, too. It's getting them that's the challenge.

As for weight, I used to be 160lbs. Always. For the longest time. And I used to be a size 32 waist. But then I hit thirty and now five years later seem to be at this 168 zone and size 33 waist jeans for all eternity. No matter what I do, I can't seem to get back to the 160 I was.

When I was 16, I worked at McD's and gained a lot of weight. (It was the free food that did me in.) I have the stretch marks to prove it. But I did lose it but was ridiculed nonetheless for being pudgy.

Ralphie used to be like 280 or so when he was in his teens, early twenties. But he put himself on a strict diet and lost almost 100 lbs or so. He went back up a little, and I know he worries about his weight constantly, but to me it matters not. I love him no matter what size he is. :) That goes for all my friends. :)

Hoity toity rich ass bitches.

:eek:

Where?

I hate it when people use an old food container for something else. Like homemade chili in a washed out cottage cheese container. Its just not right.

"Hey Hon, whats wrong with this cottage cheese??"

Reminds me of the old George Carlin routine: "Ice Box Man."

"Does anybody want this? I'm only going to throw it away."

I can relate...I went to a high school that was full of them.

Graduation day was the happiest day of my life...I never had to see them EVER AGAIN...

I hate people who think that the “2 or more persons” rule for carpool lanes doesn’t apply to them; the ones who weave in and out of the carpool lane like it is just another lane of traffic. (Bee-otch in the gold Lexus on the 91 this morning… I’m talking to you!)