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let's see:
My van died and I don't know if it's the engine's completely fscked or if it just needs a new set of head gaskets. I can't afford to fix it regardless. Hence I'm walking around in 40 below weather. AHH, SAD. AT LEAST YOU HAVE A VAN. MY CAMEL DIED, AND YOU DON'T HEAR ME COMPLAINING.
I had surgery on my finger and it hurts. WELL GOOD, YOU STILL HAVE NERVE ENDINGS AT LEAST, i ONLY WISH MY FINGERS COULD HURT FOR REAL, NONE OF THIS 'PHANTOM PAIN'
My partner's decided he's crazy. Well "duh". OH, WELL AT LEAST YOU HAVE A PARTNERS, EVEN ROSIE DOESN'T WANT A PIECE OF ME, SINCE MY FINGERS DON'T WORK AND ALL.
I'm crazy. D'oh. CRAZY? YOU'RE NOT CRAZY. ME, I'VE GOT SO MANY ISSUES, MY OTHER PERSONALITY CALLS ME SI NEWHOUSE.
I'm bored. YOU'RE BORED? TRY HAVING TO READ YOUR MINDLESS BLATHER ALL DAY. SHEESH.
My IRC client keeps crashing. WELL AT LEAST YOU'VE GOT AN IRC CLIENT. BACK IN MY DAY, WE HAD TO DO IT BY HAND. IN THE SNOW.
SAMBA won't compile. UH, WHATEVER.
I'm hungry. EAT A SANDWICH, ALREADY.
I think my lunch leaked all over the inside of my briefcase. SAD, AT LEAST YOU HAVE A LUNCH.
Had enough yet?
MY PROBLEM? EXCESSIVE MARTYRDOM SYNDROME.
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