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

Learning to drive at the moment, and realizing how much concentration is requires and how quickly things can change, I've gained a newfound hatred for people who drink and drive, or who use their phones while driving.

I worked out a good sweat working legs in the gym this morning. My bf comes home from work and I’m like LET’S GET A PIZZA MEAL DEAL.

Wtf is wrong with me.

Tired in the face

Automatic doors that don't slide open until your nose is almost pressed up against them.

Places that do takeaway coffee and don't keep the milk jugs topped up.

kerryked wrote: »

Automatic doors that don't slide open until your nose is almost pressed up against them.

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Automatic doors that open as you walk past them in the winter.
I don't want to go into your shop and why are you heating the street?

Social media articles about a certain person and their opinion on how we should do something, as if they are a world authority.

Latest example, Phillip Pullman and how we should teach children to learn.

Ok so he's a known atheist and a famous author, but why should his opinion on education be any more worthy than mine or yours?

I have more or less given up on the 'style vs comfort' battle when it comes to footwear, but last year I found some winter shoes that were quite nice and were comfortable. Win win! I bought them in 4 different colours (black, brown, grey and navy) and they saw me through the winter. I started wearing them again recently and noticed the navy ones were quite worn looking and the heel was a bit unstable. I decided it was wise to buy a new pair of the navy ones, and found this year's version of them online, so ordered them. In an idle moment, I thought it would be a good investment to get a new pair of the other colours as well, as I generally struggle to get shoes that are nice plus comfy, so I thought it would be worth getting these now while they're available and storing them for when the original ones fall apart. So I ordered three more pairs. When I went to store these away I discovered that I must have had the same thought process this time last year as I found four pairs of shoes, neatly stored in boxes, waiting for the original pairs to get worn out. So now I have 3 pairs that are in good condition, one pair that are not great but still wearable and 8 pristine new pairs that are just going to take up space in my wardrobe and my life for the next few years! .

A year tomorrow my sib was rushed to her local hospital, she was badly altered, dehydrated and had a bad cough.
It took two days for her to be seen and two and a half days for her to be admitted. The amount of time she waited for a brain scan and proper diagnosis is another matter.
TH, we not still there.:)
TA, reports from there today, STILL THE SAME WAITING TIMES AND LACK OF HEALTH AND SAFETY IN A&E.:mad::(:mad::mad:

WhiteRoses wrote: »

My cousin, who will refer to any type of crisp as taytos. Including pringles. Pringles are also allegedly a form of tayto.
She also says "I need to go to my taaaawlet" regardless of whose home or whose bathroom she's using.

I think the taytos thing is an Irish country thing. People looked at me funny in Dublin when I used it as a generic catch all term for crisps.

TA for the day year is the state of my skin. Looks like a ****ing teenagers skin. I'm 34 for Christ sake. Acne should be done with by now!

Mollyb60 wrote: »

I think the taytos thing is an Irish country thing. People looked at me funny in Dublin when I used it as a generic catch all term for crisps.

TA for the day year is the state of my skin. Looks like a ****ing teenagers skin. I'm 34 for Christ sake. Acne should be done with by now!

Nah, I'm 40 and have a big zit on my temple right now.

Karsini wrote: »

Hollywood. Stop remaking classic films. You’re just proving that you’ve ran out of ideas. :mad:

Yeah, what's the deal with the new Lion King remake coming in 2019. There's nothing wrong with the original.

Without coming across as one of the "u ok hun" brigade...but the sheer meh-ness of nights out these days. Hammered home by the weekend just gone.

Firstly, spending probably too much on my halloween costume- a cosplay-standard Jon Snow rigout that admittedly looked the business-and convincing my usually reluctant GF to join me in the festivities on the Sunday night.

Of course the main bar for the fun was far too packed as to be uncomfortable, and coupled with my costume being super warm to wear, meant I spent the early part of the night dodging shoulders, balancing drinks and ensuring I wasn't smothered. The late bar wasn't bad, and the quality of the night as a whole increased, but still the effort of acquiring the costume etc isn't worth the hassle of the crowds. Between the ages of say 21-28 it was my favourite night of the year, now I'm like feck that I'm staying in next time (as I have done on NYE in recent years, and the odd Stephen's night too barring there isn't a school/college reunion happening).

And then the night was entirely ruined when some fella tried to start a row with me for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Now the young lad in question is around 20, a little slip of a fella, and despite only embarking on his "night out bantz" career, has already gained a bit of a reputation of being a pure and utter gob****e with drink in him. Have seen him kicked out of the main late bar/night club in town on countless occasions already, and my little brother has twice intervened when he appeared to be getting a bit too "gropey" with girls at the end of the night. Seems to be a fella with issues to be honest.

Whatever- I have made a point to actively avoid the lad, and am genuinely a quiet, unassuming person on a night out anyway. Hell, I have to be with my job as a local journalist- can't exactly be appearing in the courts section of the paper I work for

Anyway, myself and the OH were waiting for our taxi and as we were walking past said weirdo, he called me a w*nker entirely out of the blue. I was taken aback and just asked him what he had said. Of course the macho man that he is repeated it and I wanted to deck him there and then, but showed constraint and let the OH bring me up to our designated pick-up point. I was understandably annoyed at the random abuse. Taxi pulls up, he waits outside the passenger side and asks the OH "what are doing going out with that a**hole". Yet more pestering of a female to add to his rap-sheet.

Well, didn't my OH only let fly, saying that she is related to his uncle and that the uncle is twice a man he will ever be and that he is going nowhere in his life acting the way he is. He got the fright of his life . But it didn't finish there, as his retort just as we were pulling off was "<my family name> are only pricks anyway". Bearing in mind, my Dad was the taxi driver hearing all this (and we would be a well-respected family in the town), that the look of genuine disguist on his face at the slur is something I will never forget.

Sorry for the rant, but it has been playing on my mind all week. Basically, pricks with alcohol in them are the worst kind of human.

And then of course buying a trove of sweets and crisps expecting trick or treaters, only for ZERO to arrive. Feel like a pig eating them now