Day time TV makes me GRRRRR!!! So pointless. And I'm subjected to this torture everyday in the tea room! If it's not Lose Woman talking out their sphincter it's Philip Schofield telling me about dieases I don't need to know about while eating my lunch!
No, I get kicked in the face by them, then punch them in the solar plex while they waste time looking surprised that I'm still alive..ah, I mean conscious. Then one of said men who kicked me in the head came up to me and hugged me...nearly said a four letter word which would've gotten me in a lot of trouble.
grrrrr at the fact UC Davis is an utter deathhole during summer session. Not one single attractive or interesting girl on campus. Grrr at the fact most of my buddies in Sacramento and San Francisco are all in school like myself,or are preoccupied with significant others most of the free time otherwise.
People on demand the moon on a stick from me while at work. I have policies that govern my decisions. I have to stick to those policies. I cannot change policy as I'd be setting a precedent. And I'd be wasting public money. So, please don't give me attitude because I can't/won't help you. Getting stroppy with me will only make me dig my heels in and make me less inclined to help that I previously was.
So - you can take your complaints and shove them so far up your backside that they're in danger of coming out of your ears.
Why didn't I get her number? Grrrrrrrr at myself. All I know is her name is 'Llois' (A welsh name) and we spent the whole evening singing Irish drinking songs in the queens, then kissing on the dance floor up at trinity. Grrrr at myself very very much.
Oh, and grrrrrr at stupid back pain. Still not entirely gone away and I've run out of codeine
Managed to smack myself in the face with a tractor tyre in a tyre flipping relay race last night. got my nose and my mouth and as it was a race not sparring no gumshield.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr at my peroneal brevis in my left leg. Tres hurty, thought I'd be able to cope without it and it made me run all funny so I've pulled my right hamstring. D'oh!
Grrr Went to the homecoming parade for my local regiment the other day and some twit forgot to raise the flag cos of a "communications breakdown" within two bits of the council. Great excuse though I'll give 'em that.