Not The Annoyingly Trivial Things-Bitches be cray cray week.

I bought 8 chocolate bars in a discount store today and can only find 7. Now I am doubting I picked up 8 at all, but am sure I did.
I absentmindedly sat crumpling the sheet of wrapping paper I bought through the carrier bag while chatting to someone.
I'm so tired I want to smack someone.

Earphones that keep falling out of my ears. What is the point in giving me earphones that keep falling out of my f***ing ears?

Ol' Donie wrote: »

Earphones that keep falling out of my ears. What is the point in giving me earphones that keep falling out of my f***ing ears?

And their solution? Take away the cords so when they fall out you lose them permanently and also charge twenty times as much.

Women in the office late twenties/early thirties complaining about having to work and moaning that if their husbands worked harder and could get better jobs then they, the women, could stay at home.

Gender balance my a**.

TA I read that that eejit uk radio presenter Tim Westwood posted his credit card on Snapchat telling the woman he's going on a date to use his card to get her hair & nails done and a wax. EWWWWW ! creep

razorblunt wrote: »

He's turning 60 this year!
There was a clip going round of him recently too cracking on to some US singer. To say it was awkward would be an understand.
Son of a preacher man too.

TA'd he's still around, hadn't heard of him for years before that video.

does he still talk like he is from the 'hood?

TA;

Flying home from Birmingham on Friday, and going through the fast track security queue (don't hate the player, hate the game). Usually when the fast track line is quiet, they'll let a group of people in from the regular queue, to help speed things up for everyone. Just as I got around to the screening area, they'd just let in a Hen party of about 7/8 Brummie gals!! Q a big conversation between all the girls on what was and wasn't allowed through in their bags, the amount of plastic bags they were allowed to put through, and a nice chit chat about all the trivial goings on of that day, and the plan for the weekend in Tenerife, and of course a bit of a bitch at Gemma who decided last minute she wasn't going!

10 minutes later when they were all finally in a position to walk through the metal detector, after separating all their stuff, putting their plastic bags through etc.. the went through, followed closely by me.

EACH AND EVERY one of their bags was pushed of to the side for additional checks!!! Despite them each spending 10 f**king minutes going through them separating what needed to be separated!!!

I was already pushed for time, and really didn't need this sh1te.

There's a beehive on the external wall of my girlfriend's house within "flying distance" of her bedroom window. When the weather is good it's a hive of activity (pardon the pun), and quite often bees that have been rejected by the queen end up in her room, where eventually die, with bodies strewn around the window sill like some sort of apian version of the beach scene in Saving Private Ryan.

Anyway, naturally we have developed quite an "awareness" of their presence in the room (the low droning noise starting off when they are caught behind the curtains or whatever). And so I put on a t-shirt to wear in bed last night and was sitting up having a quick browse on my phone when I felt a sharp sting between my shoulder blades. Didn't some militant bee somehow end up in the shirt and decided to exact retribution on me for disrupting his sleep. Cue the usual panic when he landed on the sheets and the subsequent search for the suspect as I made him a martyr.

Fecking yellow and black assassins

castletownman wrote: »

There's a beehive on the external wall of my girlfriend's house within "flying distance" of her bedroom window. When the weather is good it's a hive of activity (pardon the pun), and quite often bees that have been rejected by the queen end up in her room, where eventually die, with bodies strewn around the window sill like some sort of apian version of the beach scene in Saving Private Ryan.

Anyway, naturally we have developed quite an "awareness" of their presence in the room (the low droning noise starting off when they are caught behind the curtains or whatever). And so I put on a t-shirt to wear in bed last night and was sitting up having a quick browse on my phone when I felt a sharp sting between my shoulder blades. Didn't some militant bee somehow end up in the shirt and decided to exact retribution on me for disrupting his sleep. Cue the usual panic when he landed on the sheets and the subsequent search for the suspect as I made him a martyr.

Fecking yellow and black assassins

That's surely deserving of compensation from the bedroom owner.

Bee stings can cause swelling.

Waled 7 minutes to the post office and it was closed. Now Ican't find the will to go again and see if it was just a lunchtime thing.

"Funny" how many friends and acquaintances have come out of the woodwork since yes.
Mmmmm, to do with Ed Sheeran playing around the corner from two places I work/live I wonder?

How long till the begging txt/calls/im's for me to stand in line for tickets start?

TA'ed ppl being so transparent or think im that uninformed.