Random Rants 4: Keep Complaining

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A banana in my property is hurting. The way it began becoming sore is not a rant though.

EDIT: AKA I love sex.
 
Heh, I never saw that one. I'll scan Youtube for it later, it sounds like it's a good one. :)

What's wrong with Volvo?

Found it.

"The tax-hiking, government-expanding, latte-drinking, sushi-eating, volvo-driving, New York Times-reading, body-piercing, Hollywood-loving left-wing freak show."

That's pure evil! :mad: Sushi hates America!
 
Another dispatch from the long-running series on how people never seem to be able to match up a name and an address:

FedEx left a package at my doorstep (hooray!), but the problem was that although it was addressed to my apartment, the name on the box wasn't mine nor my parents (WTH!?). It was one of the names that I routinely get mail for when the Post Office keeps sending me crap in my mailbox, even though after 2 1/2 years, I've routinely rejected the mail and sent it back.

FedEx's website is so counter-intuitive that it took me three minutes just to locate the tiny customer support link on the website. And there are no e-mail addresses list. You'd think by 2008, a company like FedEx would have one...somewhere. Then again, with all their tiny font in gray letters on a white background, I probably missed it.

I feel like just leaving this box on top of the mailboxes downstairs. But then, there's no room for it because the entire area is COVERED with envelopes for people that have mail not going to any one of the six floors of apartments in this building...and it seems that the Post Office is just never picking it up again.

Which brings me to another point. I was getting my mail (and apparently mail for fifteen others shoved in my box) and was putting the mail not for anyone here on top, as usual, when the lady next to me asked me if I was the person whose name was on my mailbox. Obviously, I said yes. And then she told me "Well, now do you understand why we send the mail to you?" She was a postal employee, though her uniform was mostly covered with a coat and she was collecting the mail from up top (the last time it happened, which was about two weeks ago). I told her that none of these people live in this place and none of them would have done so in more than two years. She then blew me off and walked out of the building.

As for mail carriers, there's yet another person on this route. They seem to change them every other week.

I should post the pictures I took when I returned from North Carolina and Minnesota and found my mailbox filled beyond belief with held mail that I specifically told them that I would pick up at the post office. Not only were at least half of the items in there damaged in some way because that much mail could not possibly fit comfortably into the box, but most of it wasn't even mine. And mail for people without even an apartment number was shoved in as well.


This is the one thing I'm not looking forward to when I move. Because I'm sure I'll never see my mail again once I put in a change of address.
 
The pedants. Oh the pedants...
 
A banana in my property is hurting. The way it began becoming sore is not a rant though.

EDIT: AKA I love sex.

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I think you're going a bit overboard with the bragging.
 
The repair guy is keeping my guitar, my prized guitar, another week to wait for inlay replacements. Bear in mind, inlays are small little dots that go on the frets to tell you which number they are.

An extra week to wait for dots. Four of them at that.
 
The weather tricked me on Saturday into thinking it was nice and warm- so I was walking around York (It's grim up north, they warned me) for at least a few hours absolutely freezing due to lack of a coat, and now I have a cold! (or if not a cold, something similar that was doubtless caused by being so cold- maybe it was just all those students habouring those viruses they were immune to, but I wasn't, damnitt!)
 
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I think you're going a bit overboard with the bragging.

I'm just happy about it. It is easier to brag at the internet than going directly to my friends telling that kinda things. Simple reason: it is a good thing to me to brag, but other people get annoyed of it. And I'd rather keep my RL friends than attemp not to (Even though you have no reason to feel that way if you do) annoy people here at the net. I only wrote it twice. as an example, carmen510 posted the same flash movie in here and in funny vids, because it was awesome.

So I feel I have my right to brag (I don't know if you were annoyed or not, but I wrote this anyways :p)

He's so sweet dude, don't tell the bro to stop the bragging. He's probably with like 35 chicks right now, and he's probably done like 38 of them...last night.

No, you are wrong, I am not with 38 chicks. Playing is not my style, I have tried it, and to be honest, it is not as fun as people think. You lose an incredible amount of your spare time (Fx you lose time at CFC). And yes, I choose to take your post seriously.

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I hereby rant about people having something against my post of some reason :rolleyes:
 
The repair guy is keeping my guitar, my prized guitar, another week to wait for inlay replacements. Bear in mind, inlays are small little dots that go on the frets to tell you which number they are.

An extra week to wait for dots. Four of them at that.

That's terrible. :( I feel your pain...

I hereby rant about people having something against my post of some reason :rolleyes:

Because we'd rather not hear about it? There's no need to brag, if there was I'd plan on sending my kids to dictator school.
 
Because we'd rather not hear about it? There's no need to brag, if there was I'd plan on sending my kids to dictator school.

Dictator School? What? No, you'd maybe rather not hear about it, but this is rants&raves, you post things here you just gotta say. I also posted some words about my bragging in the part of my post which you snipped.. Personally, I don't care about circa 96% of the post in Random Rants or Raves. The normally interesting posts are tales by Mirc, sad stories, and self-proclaimed gratulations about girls you've been with. It is not me who makes it a bad thing to do, still, so I will keep up the positive spirit; to myself, at least.
 
Hockey Fights are stupid... After watching a Hockey game with about 7 or 8 fights in it I've come to the conclusion the fights are fake. Sure they occasionaly land punches and someimes drag each other down on the ice. But there's no real energy, if you pay attention you can see these guys either have no idea how in the hell to fight, or their totally pulling their punches, and what's the point in fighting if your not even going to try to cause any damage or a submission? It's not like their sparring or something...

WTH?
 
I blew it on my A Math Test...

STUPID SURDS!!!
 
I don't have excessive money
 
Are you running the right way?
 
A banana in my property is hurting. The way it began becoming sore is not a rant though.

EDIT: AKA I love sex.

Not enough foreplay obviously. :p
 
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