Posted 08 July 2006 - 12:31 PM
A Number Of Fairly Minor Complaints:
- Havinh spent hours modelling, painting and embellishing my shiny new Giant (if I told you how many shops I went into looking for small enough chain, you'd think I was mad...der). the first game of Warhammer I play with it, it gets twatted in two turns. Very annoying.
- Every single trifling bass tab for Cowboys From Hell has half the song telling you to play "R" a million odd times. The fuck? There is no R fret! And nobody tells you what "R" actually means! Neither of my pet guitarists know either! ARRGH!
- My cat doesn't understand the concept of "if I pick you up to cuddle you, you don't dig in your claws, then climb up and sit on the back of my neck with your arse in my ear". And what sharp, pointy implements come out if you try to move her? Well done.
- While I may complain about not having enough to do this summer (WHICH I DON'T, but that's been said and done), I do not like my mother riding me to do whatever trifling tasks she's currently obsessing I do at the time. Sure, its usually benefitial, but if there's one thing I hate more than the idea of needles going in my eyes, its being forced to do things against my own pace!
- Yeah, some other shit that's not relevant in light of my bassy goodness.
- My newsagent has stopped selling those sweet coloured cigs that I was going to wow the ladies with on holiday. Inconveniencing, to say the least.
When you lose your calm, you feed your anger.
Less Is More v4Now resigned to a readership of me, my cat and some fish