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I had this crazy dream before I woke up. I dreamt I was walking in the grocery store around the frozen foods/vegetables section, only it wasn't the frozen foods/veggie section... it was the "Animals Committing Suicide" section. This Animals Committing Suicide section at the grocery store was loud as fuck. The only thing I could hear was dogs crying and screaming... crazy shit.
I woke up... but I could still hear the Animals Committing Suicide section of the damned grocery store. Eventually I realized it was the roommate's dog being loud as fuck in her kennel, below my room in the garage. She doesn't shut the hell up, either! It's 6:40AM, and I can't fall asleep because she's going apeshit down there. I lay there for a minute or two, getting more and more pissed off by the second that my roommate isn't doing anything about his dog... I finally go downstairs and notice that he's in the shower. I open the garage door and start to yell at her, and she gets even louder and crazier. When I opened the door, it smelled fucking horrrrrrrible! I opened the garage door and went to let her out of her kennel, and realize that she shit&pissed in her kennel, and had mashed her feces all over the inside of the kennel. I let her out to go to the bathroom, but instead she decides to run around the garage, jump on me, and just plain spread her shit around everywhere she can. I keep throwing her out the garage or chasing her into/then out of the garage, and every time I touch her I smell the horrid shit smell. When I walk into the garage I smell it. When I walk near the kennel I start gagging... I almost puked in the garage a few times. Fucking dog. I eventually tied her up to the house and went inside.
Derrick is out of the shower by this time... I say "your dog fucking shit in her kennel and tracked it everywhere. she's tied up. take care of it." I'm pissed. He said she pissed in his bed at night too. Apparently he just threw her into her kennel and went to sleep in the guest bed, so I'm guessing if he would've taken the dog out to go to the bathroom overnight (like he usually does) none of this would've happened.
I jumped in the shower to get all the dog shit off my hands and legs... got out, ate a bowl of cereal, ironed my shirt, got ready for work. 40 minutes passes and he's still out there trying to clean the dog and the kennel up. He has the thing dissembled, spraying it (and the dog) with the hose, and I can hear he's agitated as hell. That'll teach him to shower before taking care of his dog.
It's now nearly 3 hours later and I can still smell that horrid smell. Sitting here at work I've gagged because I can still smell it. I can't get this smell out of my nose or mind, and it's definitely annoying the fuck out of me! ugh. what a great start to the day.
here's some more shit while I'm at it:
"Are you 21?"
"I need to see your ID"
"Schlitt? Like Schlitz beer?"
"Same old shit, different day"
"It's Friday"
being ignored
spam email
chain mail
being lied to
computer crashes in the middle of typing something
clothes shopping
computerized phone operators/customer service
PayPal
People on MySpace with >1000 friends. IT'S NOT A CONTEST!
short tempers (tempers are fine... but I know people that throw shit because phone batteries die)
inconsistent management
unrealistic deadlines
false/forgotten commitments
belittling others
ungratefulness (especially toward genuineness)
dealing with bullshit
CHRIS THOMPSON.
crowded clubs
getting pushed aside at clubs
people dancing in my space/bumping into me at clubs
I woke up... but I could still hear the Animals Committing Suicide section of the damned grocery store. Eventually I realized it was the roommate's dog being loud as fuck in her kennel, below my room in the garage. She doesn't shut the hell up, either! It's 6:40AM, and I can't fall asleep because she's going apeshit down there. I lay there for a minute or two, getting more and more pissed off by the second that my roommate isn't doing anything about his dog... I finally go downstairs and notice that he's in the shower. I open the garage door and start to yell at her, and she gets even louder and crazier. When I opened the door, it smelled fucking horrrrrrrible! I opened the garage door and went to let her out of her kennel, and realize that she shit&pissed in her kennel, and had mashed her feces all over the inside of the kennel. I let her out to go to the bathroom, but instead she decides to run around the garage, jump on me, and just plain spread her shit around everywhere she can. I keep throwing her out the garage or chasing her into/then out of the garage, and every time I touch her I smell the horrid shit smell. When I walk into the garage I smell it. When I walk near the kennel I start gagging... I almost puked in the garage a few times. Fucking dog. I eventually tied her up to the house and went inside.
Derrick is out of the shower by this time... I say "your dog fucking shit in her kennel and tracked it everywhere. she's tied up. take care of it." I'm pissed. He said she pissed in his bed at night too. Apparently he just threw her into her kennel and went to sleep in the guest bed, so I'm guessing if he would've taken the dog out to go to the bathroom overnight (like he usually does) none of this would've happened.
I jumped in the shower to get all the dog shit off my hands and legs... got out, ate a bowl of cereal, ironed my shirt, got ready for work. 40 minutes passes and he's still out there trying to clean the dog and the kennel up. He has the thing dissembled, spraying it (and the dog) with the hose, and I can hear he's agitated as hell. That'll teach him to shower before taking care of his dog.
It's now nearly 3 hours later and I can still smell that horrid smell. Sitting here at work I've gagged because I can still smell it. I can't get this smell out of my nose or mind, and it's definitely annoying the fuck out of me! ugh. what a great start to the day.
here's some more shit while I'm at it:
"Are you 21?"
"I need to see your ID"
"Schlitt? Like Schlitz beer?"
"Same old shit, different day"
"It's Friday"
being ignored
spam email
chain mail
being lied to
computer crashes in the middle of typing something
clothes shopping
computerized phone operators/customer service
PayPal
People on MySpace with >1000 friends. IT'S NOT A CONTEST!
short tempers (tempers are fine... but I know people that throw shit because phone batteries die)
inconsistent management
unrealistic deadlines
false/forgotten commitments
belittling others
ungratefulness (especially toward genuineness)
dealing with bullshit
CHRIS THOMPSON.
crowded clubs
getting pushed aside at clubs
people dancing in my space/bumping into me at clubs
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