I hate IE and Chrome reminds me of my old, crabby hissy fit throwing cat.
I'm sleazing internet off my sister. It's her computer and she doesn't care about things like anti-virus programs, updates, setting your damn settings WTF, or nice, stable browsers with tried and true add-ons. Because she blows.
I don't want to sneak Firefox on here because she'd suddenly turn into Hack Master of the Universe and I'd get bitched at, so yeah, I sort of want to tear out my hair sometimes. Hell, Chrome is a sneak, but a minor one? Whatever, I couldn't get the Adobe update to load right until I installed it, okay? JUSTIFIED IN MY ACTIONS. We'll just never mind that I was sick to friggin' death of seeing that damned WOOHOO CHROME INSTALL IT! INSTALL EEEEEEET! box every.single.TIME Google was involved in anything. WTF, man, lets just declare Google the winner of Pimp of the Year and give them the big-ass gold Pimp Cup. Fine. I'm done.
My life is total crap. I feel like ass all the time, both mentally and physically. The fact my mom definitely has multiple sclerosis ain't helping. She's had it for five years and it's been festering this entire time. So now? HOMFG. Her body is not her body. It's the body of evil, invisible, drunken poo-flinging monkeys.
She had a great neurologist and a couple of MRI's when the symptoms first began to present all those years ago? The doc seemed to forget medicine in my mom's presence (with my mom? i might understand) or something since she declared my mom only depressed and would she like to have a prayer before she left? I CAN'T MAKE UP SHIT LIKE THAT! I'M NOT THAT GOOD. So yeah, big-ass lesions on your brain plus all the warning signs of MS? PRAYER CIRCLE. I kinda wanna go do bodily harm to that chick, cause now? Nurse Mis is on the case 24-7 along with Nurse Psycho Sister. We also drive Miss Daisy all over the Mid-State area. We're both thinking about jumping ship, living under a bridge so we can peacefully smoke crack and drink Sterno.
Lastly, since there is some type of MUNG on my left contact lens, I'M DONE WITH YOU WEATHER. DONE PROFESSIONALLY, PERSONALLY AND WHATEVER ELSE I COULD THINK OF IF I WASN'T ANNOYED AS HELL RIGHT NOW. There is a basement here, but at the parents? WHAT DO YOU THINK. Humph.
I'm so not checking the spelling. I hope I spelled EVERYTHING WRONG.
I don't want to sneak Firefox on here because she'd suddenly turn into Hack Master of the Universe and I'd get bitched at, so yeah, I sort of want to tear out my hair sometimes. Hell, Chrome is a sneak, but a minor one? Whatever, I couldn't get the Adobe update to load right until I installed it, okay? JUSTIFIED IN MY ACTIONS. We'll just never mind that I was sick to friggin' death of seeing that damned WOOHOO CHROME INSTALL IT! INSTALL EEEEEEET! box every.single.TIME Google was involved in anything. WTF, man, lets just declare Google the winner of Pimp of the Year and give them the big-ass gold Pimp Cup. Fine. I'm done.
My life is total crap. I feel like ass all the time, both mentally and physically. The fact my mom definitely has multiple sclerosis ain't helping. She's had it for five years and it's been festering this entire time. So now? HOMFG. Her body is not her body. It's the body of evil, invisible, drunken poo-flinging monkeys.
She had a great neurologist and a couple of MRI's when the symptoms first began to present all those years ago? The doc seemed to forget medicine in my mom's presence (with my mom? i might understand) or something since she declared my mom only depressed and would she like to have a prayer before she left? I CAN'T MAKE UP SHIT LIKE THAT! I'M NOT THAT GOOD. So yeah, big-ass lesions on your brain plus all the warning signs of MS? PRAYER CIRCLE. I kinda wanna go do bodily harm to that chick, cause now? Nurse Mis is on the case 24-7 along with Nurse Psycho Sister. We also drive Miss Daisy all over the Mid-State area. We're both thinking about jumping ship, living under a bridge so we can peacefully smoke crack and drink Sterno.
Lastly, since there is some type of MUNG on my left contact lens, I'M DONE WITH YOU WEATHER. DONE PROFESSIONALLY, PERSONALLY AND WHATEVER ELSE I COULD THINK OF IF I WASN'T ANNOYED AS HELL RIGHT NOW. There is a basement here, but at the parents? WHAT DO YOU THINK. Humph.
I'm so not checking the spelling. I hope I spelled EVERYTHING WRONG.