OT - I can't stand dat ****
Ayy yo,
You know what really ticks me off nowadays? Those friggin card swipe machines that are slowly replacing the live cashier at a clothing store, supermarket, or merchandise outlet. Why? Because none of them are ever the same. One will ask you to hit "CANCEL" after you swipe your card if you want to make a credit purchase; while the other will just ring your **** up as a debit transaction first regardless and then make the cashier back the entire thing out if you want to do it a credit purchase and then make you re-swipe your card; while yet another will tell you that you must hand your card over to the cashier, like he/she is trained by the FBI to recognize signature forgeries in order to work in Best Buy when you swipe your card.
Another thing that's getting on my nerves is drivers who put their signal on at the last possible minute to make a turn and then realize that's not the turn that they really should make, so they keep driving. ...s-l-o-w-l-y, looking down the street, hoping it will turn into a street or see a familiar sign or face that will let them know that they should indeed make the turn. When they don't see any of this they speed up ever so slightly and repeat the entire process at the very next block.
But what really gets me hot and heated to the point where I almost turn into The Incredible Hulk is those people who fart in department stores. Ayy yo, don't get me wrong - I've been known to churn up a batch of "OMG, No he didn't!!!" and spray it generously myself from time to time, but that's only for co-workers in my office that I can't stand. However, when I go shopping and turn the corner at the end of an aisle, walking right into a mist of fire and brimstone mixed with a strong hint of "Oh Damn!", I'm ready to fight! And it's usually done by the same gigglin mawfuggahs who you can tell didn't wash that day or the night before so now you've got B.O, funky nutz, and **** fumes all mixed together floating around curling a ninja's nose hairs and such hitting you in the face by surprise.
I don't like those kinda surprises! 
People, people... We gotta do betta. What's gripin you? Holla atcha boy!
bruh is it time for rant n' rave thursday already? lol!!
walking into a cloud of funk. oooh, um, wow. try: one car length.
rave: happiness is a choice and as of today my nearest and dearest are healthy and happy, i have a job, and this bagel tastes purrty darn good.
not so much a rant but i keep coming back to it in my head:
what was the principal's name on welcome back kotter?
what did barney rubble do for a living? (according to the latest office debate no he didn't work at the quarry with fred. yes, we're that bored. lol)
why is it frowned upon to make change in the collection basket?
how is it possible for pse&g to gank me in excess of 2 beans a month when i'm not home for 14 hours a day??
if i've asked for a BLT on white toast, why would you ask me if i'd like lettuce and tomato?
i haven't been able to give up orbit bubble-mint and ithink it's making my blowouts worse........for other people
Thanks for the laugh Double!!! I needed that this morning.
Myfitnesspal: MsDesire - Revision from Realize Band Patient
Height: 5'10" HW: 305 SW: 298 Surg Goal: 195 Endo Goal: 165
on 7/30/09 12:47 am, edited 7/30/09 1:14 am - Sweet Dreams lives in , PA
Rave: My boss is outta the office today and tomorrow. You know what they say about when the cat is away. Yep....the mice takes a two hour lunch.
My gripes are:
Why will people send you a very nice email message with perhaps a lovely picture of some flowers and a nice little inspirational quote AND yet the message will usually end with some shioot like "IF YOU DON"T FORWARD THIS MESSAGE TO AT LEAST 10 FRIENDS IN THE NEXT 10 MINUTES, YOU WILL HAVE ALL KINDS OF FUGGIN BAD LUCK!
JUST STOP THE MADNESS! Dayum! I mean 10 of these messages in one day is overkill and don't yo azz have work to do? While I will forward these messages on occasion, I usually delete all that bad luck crap before I do it....and some people don't have 10 dayum friends anyway!
I can't stand people who think they can just come into your office, sit down, and start talking about not a dayum thing of significance in my world today. This really ****** me off...cuz then I have to shut down Facebook, ObesityHelp,com, Fitday.com and 50millionpounds.com in one quick swoop of the mouse! One of the azzhole just walked in just now.....later.
But I can totally relate to what your saying. 
Don't roll your eyes and get loud and point your freshly manicured finger and stomp your pedicured feet and shake that scarf you got tied around your head to protect your fresh micros.
PAY YOUR BILLS....SNITCHES......PRIORITIES PEOPLE
From my blog...
May 4, 2005
The Not-So-Dainty Side of WLS
I was in the checkout line at the grocery store the other night when I felt a MOST uncomfortable stomach rumble. I knew what was coming… some SBD gas. I've heard it's fairly common for post-ops. I just couldn't see myself being in pain until I got outside. I quickly glanced around before I let it go, but unfortunately I didn't see everybody. Right behind me was this little kid hanging onto the front of the family grocery cart pulling it along. As I walked away from the noxious cloud, I heard this sweet little voice say, "Daddy, you stink like a turd."
I never looked back.
