Things that make me go Grrr

I woke up this morning and grrroaned…

So now you’re going to hear all about it. That’s how it works. I get grumpy. You read. We all go back to doing what we were doing before my sook.


That name, the boogie board and the 4.2kg of dope that she didn’t quite get into Bali (well, not in the right hands, anyway – teehee). Anyway, I don’t want to hear about it anymore. She did her time and now we should leave her to celebrate her freedom with the other bogans in Bali. This morning I spotted a ‘headline’ in the Age which read: ‘Schapelle’s friends wait for party text’. What – how is that news? Apparently the party is going to be ‘low key’ given public interest (note: I did NOT read the article – everything I’ve given you was included in the blurb). But seriously…’public interest’?? There’s the problem. If we don’t give a shit and just treat her like every other drug trafficker (i.e. avoid), then everything can go back to normal and the media can focus on more important things. There ARE more important things.

Toilet Awkwardness

I overheard someone singing ‘Que Sera, Sera’ in a public toilet cubicle the other day. NO – that is NOT a song you sing in the toilet. I don’t get the context and I don’t want to know, either. Things are already awkward enough in the bathroom. I mean, there are people literally pooping their guts out within metres of you. Then they sing Que Sera, Sera? NO.

Running out of Stuff

I know that stuff is generally limited. Still, it doesn’t make me feel any better when stuff runs out. In particular, I seem to get unreasonably annoyed when I run out of staples. I know it’s going to happen, but I can’t help but feel invincible when I’m stapling away…like I’m never going to run out of staples. Then I do – and it’s pretty much the worst thing ever.

The Winter Olympics

I fully acknowledge that the Winter Olympics are the same as the Summer Olympics (except with 100% more snow!!). I do. But I don’t care. People are all like, whoah did you watch the triple inverted wind-tunnel luge last nite? Nope, I didn’t. Everything else was a better option. I dunno, I guess I only have room in my life for one Olympics. Even then, I find that I lose interest with 95% of the Summer Olympics as it is. I’m pretty much done after the 100m sprint, swimming and a little discus.

David Spader’s hat in ‘the Blacklist’


…and just like that, now I feel grrrreat!

Sir Rantsalot

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