The Rant Thread
 

We really need one of these. If sheite has inadvertently crossed your path today, vent. If an issue has been crawling on you all day, vent. Mine's relatively controversial, but I'd love to absorb the anger reprecussions across this board if anyone else has had a bad day.

Go.

well let's see
i'm still an incredibly fucked up human being even though i've spent the last 2 and a half weeks in a womb like environment for the most part
i woke up at 7 AM in a cold sweat
i'm hungry and we have NO food, all there is is mustard and mayonnaise and beer.
any ounce of energy or vitality i have has been completely siphoned out of me and all i can do is sit in a heap
my neck hurts
the nice weather is gone

If I would have left the cafeteria a few seconds earlier I would have been able to get past that crowd and talk to Lauren, but by the time I had forced myself through a wall of people she had disappeared into sociology. :[

i am starting uni, but i switched courses to get away from somebody, and i don't want them to find out i switched courses, because then they might do the same. and if i have to spend any more time with the person i will have to kill myself.

and i am not even joking.

Maybe she was subconsciously searching for me instead, Danny?

Perhaps. But when I'm tapping that you'll have to take all of this back. :p

IT WON'T HAPPEN *covers ears*

I walk to and from work. There is a cunt that cycles on the pavement when there's a perfectly good road not a metre a way. He is fat, and ugly, and wears cycle shorts. He rides a bike that screams 'I am cunt'. On Friday, he clipped me with his handlebars. It's a narrow pavement. He had the nerve to tell me to 'watch it'. Precisely what I'm meant to watch I don't know. He came hurtling along from behind me (as it were), he's a fat man, there's only just enough room for me to walk without playing the old 'car or human - who's least bouncy?'. I didn't see him today, but I made sure to walk in the middle of the pavement as if to say 'you are going into my back or into the road, you absolute cunting wank'. Perhaps tomorrow I shall stick a stick in his spokes and then throw his weeping carcass to the car-lions. Utter, utter cunt.

my editor is a fucking moron who is afraid of someone displaying their own style of writing and spends too much time re-writing everything but hates it.

Where I live it's illegal in most places to ride your bike on the pavement, which I assume means "sidewalk" when translated from Funny Talk.

i think it's not totally legal to ride a bike on the pavement in the uk either.

Dayum, can't I identify with this.

There's a pimple thing on my chin that is really irritating me. It won't pop and I hate when pimples don't pop, godfucking.

why do people keep arguing with me despite the fact that they are blatantly wrong!

This is because you are blantanly wrong, all the time. :P
Give us an example, where you were blantantly correct?

I didn't do shit today and I hate my lazy ass for it.

its hard to describe really as its work related. i saw someone put a really important document under a pile of boxes hoping that i wouldnt find them and then she went home. when i found them i challenged her about it and she said she didnt put them there. its petty stuff i guess but when you have people breathing down your neck and you cant find the information because someone cant be bothered to do it and hides it under a box then its really annoying.

People who walk without knowing where they are going: Idiots.

People who ring up a place without knowing what they want, all the time: Idiots.

Joggers: Cunts.

People who go to a shop that tends to have long queues, but decide that it's a good idea to fumble into their bag when they get to the counter and can't find their wallets, thus slowing down everything for everyone: Inconsiderate cunts.

i could quite literally write all day about what pisses me off. i wont you will be glad to hear.

I'm sick and tired of having to rely on other people doing their jobs correctly in order that I can do mine. I seem to spend half my working hours correcting other peoples' mistakes.

I agree with sonicl. The amount of times that i have to double-check on other people's work is making me hate this job. A lot. It would be such an easy job if they would bother to employ people who could at least manage to switch on a computer.

I hate the smell of ciggies.

those fucking free newspapers in london wind me up no end, they make me angry in a multitiude of ways.

Haylee is not responding to my msgs, i have no idea what the heck is going on. I want to write her a cool msg asking if what is the matter and for the lack of replys.

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the grammar police are watching you.

Has the spelling police been incorporated into the grammar police to make the spammer/ gramling police? If we're criticising people for being wrong, why don't we try not being wrong ourselves, eh?

Oh, I'm in a bad mood today you'll all be non-plussed to hear.

my history class is bursting at the seams with ignorance, it makes me feel awfully pretentious but if it carries on much longer i'll probably drop it. just being in the room is starting to become intolerable due to questions like:
"if the SPD means the german socialist party then why aren't they called the GSP?" - and "so were the nazi's on the extreme left then, miss?". these are 17 year olds, doing a level history in a selective school.

Just be content in the knowledge in the fact that you own their asses and come exam period you'll be the king of all the land.

Extreme left? Well that one does bring a shudder into me though.

I used to be really good friends with this guy, and over summer I just avoided him all the time. Anyway, praise be to god, he's going to the same uni as me, and he always hangs around with me. He assumes that whenever he wants, it's ok for him to stay and sleep in my room, and, AND, FUCKING AND, despite all the warnings we get about the penalties, and the fact that there's a smoke alarm in my fucking room, he wants to 'have sessions' where we smoke weed in my room, just because my room is closer to uni than his, and the window opens further.

I think there's like a 1/100 chance that he'll read this and know it's me talking about him. But either way, I'm too much of a coward to just confront him and tell him to fuck the fuck off and stop shitting in my ears and nose, so I'm just going to be a complete cunt when I'm around him, and try to be the worst person to hang around with.

In a perfect world, I'd get a sex change and plastic surgery and change accomodation and my name and probably migrate to Canada or somesuch to be completely untracable. Then I'd have to find out details of his life, spy on him and try to blackmail him anonymously.

My brain should stop thinking "19 is too young".

Ficking knobbin friends piss me off.

I give them money when they need help with some bills or whatnot but then when the shit hits the fan for myself they refuse to lend us some money for a short while. Cunts, utter complete cunts.

I'd suggest that you shouldn't lose heart and keep it up knowing that it's you who'll get the best qualifications in the end. Having said that, I know someone who had to drop their A level history because he knew enough to disprove too much of the syllabus.

I would say anyone who intuitively thinks the Nazis were on the extreme left has a grasp of politics insofar as they've immediately intuited the failings of the left/ right 'spectrum'. Perhaps I'm lucky enough to step back from the impulse to think myself superior... ok, that makes me sound like a prick... but I wouldn't, prima facie, say that someone saying that was immediately wrong. It's quite likely they haven't understood the [dogmatic interpretation of the] left/right spectrum, certainly, but that's not to say they're entirely wrong to have an impulsive [convulsive?] interpretation of matters.

Ok, yeah, I'm definitely a prick.

But to carry on, it's like the grammar-nazi thing. It's really easy to adhere to the dogmatic 'rules' of syntax, grammar and spelling, and repeat them verbatim asif this imbues the user with some sort of superiority. But [proposition?] oftentimes those who do so neglect that language expression is a malleable, fluid enterprise, not some great Victorian edifice to be worshipped without questioning its worth. I'd recommend people read David 'Davey' Crystal on the matter, I have no intention of regurgitating his statements.

I have several days off during which I get to play shows in and out of town with a really good band from halfway across the planet.
My life is nothing but a shitstorm of misery.

Save up money and tour with the band. ie/quit your job...

I barely work as it is. Well, the actual work I do is pretty intense, but I don't do it for many hours in the day.
That was as good a rant as I can muster right now; I'm in a pretty good mood for once.
There are always home repair related issues to rant about, but that is ongoing and I can complain about that anytime.

My dad likes to tell me about seeing a rat the size of a small dog in L.A. once. He said it looked him right in the eye and moved toward him unafraid before deciding to go into a sewer grate.
The last time I saw a rat was a few weeks ago when I had to fish a dead one out of the toilet in the basement of the (very old and porous) building I work in. Ew.

Those of you who relish my rampant hypocrisy will be happy to know I cycled into work today, and on the way back nearly killed some stupid fucking cunt who couldn't keep to his side of the pavement, the prick.