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Why does bad stuff keep happening to me?

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killabeas

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I won't even get into what all happened this weekend to get me in a pissy mood, but I just walked in my room with a bowl of spaghetti. Some leftovers....some real good stuff.

I walk into my room and step on a thumbtack and the bowl drops. So, now I sit here waiting for the carpet cleaner to soak in and while my comforter is spinnin in the washing machine. I look over at my spaghetti sauce painted wall, and Rat Pack poster, and curtains, and shirt, and carpet, and spare computer case, and shoes, and wonder why I had to come in here and eat.

/me kicks himself in the ass 🙂
 
with the bad comes the goood..........

just wait...something good will coem to u soon.

ahhahaha

i feel like Miss Cleo
 


<< with the bad comes the goood..........

just wait...something good will coem to u soon.

ahhahaha

i feel like Miss Cleo >>

I must have a whole lotta good just waiting to burst out at me, then 😛
 
Okay....even if bad DOES come with the good, how am I suppossed to get this spaghetti sauce off my wall?????

this sucks ass !

/me goes back to cleaning
 


<< I won't even get into what all happened this weekend to get me in a pissy mood, but I just walked in my room with a bowl of spaghetti. Some leftovers....some real good stuff.

I walk into my room and step on a thumbtack and the bowl drops. So, now I sit here waiting for the carpet cleaner to soak in and while my comforter is spinnin in the washing machine. I look over at my spaghetti sauce painted wall, and Rat Pack poster, and curtains, and shirt, and carpet, and spare computer case, and shoes, and wonder why I had to come in here and eat.

/me kicks himself in the ass 🙂 >>




hahahhahehehhahe that's just too funny 😀😀😀😀😀 .

I've broke a brand new bottle of Jones Juice on a stairway. It hit a stair and loudly shattered. Content went everywhere and I have to say it was hell of funny, but this was at school so no biggie 😀.

I went off to the next class and by the time I was out for lunch, the mess was mysteriously gone :Q

but damn! I wasted $1.60 :|. How am I supposed to get my food What am I going to eat that day? j/k


add on:



<< /me goes back to cleaning >>



Perhaps you should have immediately began cleaning if you had the time to report it on the forums LOL!
 
well.....the way i see it, there was still half a bowl of spaghetti left, and after what the rest of the bowl just did to my room, I didn't feel right wasting it. i guess on a positive note, the sauce comes out of the carpet alot easier than some bacardi induced vomit does, and the ol' formula 409 has got my walls back to the dirty off white they were before.

this makes me wish i WAS back in the dorms....i've seen whole pizza's dropped on stairs, bottles of grape juice broke in the hallways and covering the carpet, and don't ask me how, but my roommate "accidentally" threw a javelin into the wall

and i guess i'll blame the thumbtack on me....i guess....hell, stuff just migrates throughout my room unexplainably
 
What ever you do don't go light the pilot light in your furnace..bad things happen around them too.
 
Once in college, I was making lunch on a Saturday afternoon. I was making spaghettios, and it was the very last thing I had to eat, no more food after that. I popped it in the mocirowave, and pulled it out when it was done. After that I dropped it. Byebye lunch.
 
maybe you should invest some money into a pair of flip flops to walk around the house... nothing is worse than tacks or wet spots on the floor...
 
Freshman year of college I was sitting feet dangling off the top bunk bed in my room. My roommate was sitting on the bottom bunk and we were talking to a friend, who was sitting in a chair. I wanted to jump down, so I looked down at the floor first, and it was all clear.

But I had to squeeze in a few more words first, so 30 seconds later I jumped down. Hehe, all my weight was on my left foot, which landed right smack onto the top of an empty Fruitopia bottle. The bottle slid into the cinder block wall, and with incredible force, jumped up, spinned around, hit a garbage can, and landed standing up next to it.

My foot was bruised for days, and I didn't realize the incredible pain till five minutes later, after everyone stopped laughing at me.
 
oh god, what a pansy, whiner, nancy boy.

you need some perspective. try living with a disability, or something truly bad, not some silly spilled food.

 


<< oh god, what a pansy, whiner, nancy boy.

you need some perspective. try living with a disability, or something truly bad, not some silly spilled food. >>



I was half-ass joking......and bored......
 


<< with the bad comes the goood..........

just wait...something good will coem to u soon.

ahhahaha

i feel like Miss Cleo >>



That's a load of sh!t. I've been waiting 5 years for something good to happen to me.
 


<< oh god, what a pansy, whiner, nancy boy.

you need some perspective. try living with a disability, or something truly bad, not some silly spilled food. >>



You know, sometimes the little things can be much more of a pain than the big ones. W/my arthritis, it's all in perspective, but dude, I get a C on a paper and it ruins my day. And I spilled milk last night... 😉
 


<<

<< oh god, what a pansy, whiner, nancy boy.

you need some perspective. try living with a disability, or something truly bad, not some silly spilled food. >>



You know, sometimes the little things can be much more of a pain than the big ones. W/my arthritis, it's all in perspective, but dude, I get a C on a paper and it ruins my day. And I spilled milk last night... 😉 >>



nobody's got the corner on pain, one man's agony is another man's version of heaven.

 


<< You have to be prepared for the possibility that God does not like you. In all probability, he hates you."
~ Fight Club, Tyler Durden >>



maybe god hates you?! :Q
 
My view is that you can't let the big stuff get you down or you'll be perpetually down. Take it out on the little stuff once in a while, so you can be upset or angry for an hour or so and then let it go and get back to normal life. Hey, as long as God's good, I'm covered. 😀
 
dude, clean up ur room then. if u cleaned it, there wouldnt be a thumbtack on the ground. that's a hazard, too.
 
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