[Most Recent Entries]
Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in
Cranky Girls' LiveJournal:
|Friday, January 5th, 2007|
I posted you on http://www.womansavers.com
for all the world to see how you cheated on me and hurt me emotionally and physically. I pray that you will never hurt another but I know because you are good looking and charming, another prey will fall trap in your web of lies.
Someday a greater power will judge you but until that time I will let the world know my story.
Forever Scarred Current Mood: disappointed
|Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006|
Please keep posts relatively lighthearted!
This is a great place to vent and be cranky, but please don't post extremely personal
things that will make me want to take a bar of soap to the inside of my brain or vomit in my cheerios.
|Sunday, April 2nd, 2006|
you have to be fucking kidding me
So at the gap we carry jean sizes 0-16, and we range them so 16 is at the top of the display and 0 is at the bottom.
Today we were redoing our women's department, and ever head of store from the district came to "help"
I was assigned to this whore of a woman who kept making references to the fact that I was tired- BITCH PLEASE. It is 7am, I worked until 1230am at my OTHER job, and we lost an hour. Why don't you go fuck yourself?
Then I run into some little minion whores from some other store that started snickering and talking trash about me literally seconds after passing me. All because I was-gasp!- adjusting my shirt in the -gasp!- back room.
THEN queen of the whores decides I have finally proven myself worthy of something more than fetching her shelves, and send me to fold THIRTY NINE pairs of sale denim, asking me if I know how to fold jeans and count. Bitch, I just counted that we had 39, was that not good enough.
As a matter of fucking fact no, no it wasn't. She made me count backwards from 16 to prove that I would be able to create a size run. In front of her and two other managers.
I WILL HAVE MY MASTER'S DEGREE IN LESS THAN TWO MONTHS AND YOU WILL STILL BE A MANAGER AT THE FUCKING WARWICK MALL.
|Saturday, February 11th, 2006|
Ladies, you know it's happened to you. It's Valentine's Day. You and that significant squeeze have just had a romantic evening in a way that the commercial interests have pressured you to do. Dinner. Flowers. A stuffed teddy bear made by Chinese political prisoners working in mildew-infested sweatshops.
You and the beau are getting cozy in front of a traditional, cozy fire of Duraflame logs. Your sweetie whispers, "There's something I want to ask you, but I'm a little nervous."
Oh my, he's going to pop THE QUESTION! On Valentine's Day, how perfect! As the Wedding March plays in your head, you wonder who you'll tell first. Your mother? Your best friend? Your parole officer?
"You can ask me anything," you reassure, as you silently consider your first name matched with his last name. Or hyphenated with your last name. Or whatever crazy, pretentious nomenclature you've devised like a typical self-absorbed city chick.
After hesitating, your love finally asks, "Have you ever had it, you know, back there?"
Back there? As in, the back door? THAT is what he wanted so desperately to ask? Before he can tell you, "Hey, Playboy/Dr. Ruth/Johnny Weir said there's a lot of nerve endings that should make it feel good," you flee, wailing with disappointment.
It happens to all the dames. So, when was the last time your squeeze offered it to you, you know, back there, at an inopportune time?
|Friday, September 30th, 2005|
Oh man. I'm so cranky. I was looking at my friends list today and saw that my boyfriend has deleted me from his list. WTF!?! And what's even better is that I haven't been able to talk to him about it.. Current Mood: cranky
|Thursday, August 11th, 2005|
Is it just me or has this week been filled with drama everywhere? It's like the whole world is cranky. Someone went around pissing in everyone's corn flakes. I hate everyone. Especially men. and liars.
|Thursday, August 4th, 2005|
I'm so fucking mad at people that act all High 'N Mighty, and think their shit smells better than every one elses!! The other day, I was waiting in an insanely long line, at the store, and there was some woman bouncing back and forth to different Fast Lanes. Ok, that's fine, but she had a fuckn cart with a million items! ..not 20 or less! a million! Then when she gets to the front of one of the lines, the cashier tells her that its an express lane and that she'll have to go somewhere else! Well, that apparently wasn't good enough for this lady. So she stood at one of the registers that wasn't in use! After a minute or two, an employee told her that it was closed. She bitched and moaned and they opened that fucking register just for her! Gah!
And another thing! I love my job! But there's this lady that sits nearby me that narcs on everyone! Come on, people! You don't get promoted because you're constantly licking your boss's ass! They're just taking advantage of you for that little bit of information! I mean, shit! If I want to sit and spin in my chair for a minute or draw a picture of office humor, let me do so! We're all adults here! Jeezus! I hate how office politics is like elementary school, but without the fun art projects and snow days! Current Mood: angry
|Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005|
Middle aged Men
Middle aged men act like they own the fucking universe, and I am ready to set fire to their gas guzzling SUVs.
While vactioning I was waiting in line to ask the next available hotel attendant for directions, this 40ish man walks PAST me to the counter where one can buy toiletries and such, then when the girl comes out, waves her down to come assist him, I don't take this kind of shit, so this is what happened:
Me: "Excuse me, but I was next"
Asshole: "to check out, I need the concierge"
Me: I actually had a question
AH: Well, you should have walked over here then
Me: Admit that you were rude and we can move on
AH: Like you're bing a rude bitch now (ps, there were children with the couple in front of me
Me: Fine, we're even. You cut in front of me sir, I have a right to point it out to you
AH: I did not (then he mumble something to the counter girl who is trying to give him his change, assumed to be about me being a bitch)
The poor counter girl was all upset, and kept apologizing, I told her she had no reason to be sorry, because he has no right to talk to her, me or anyone else the way he just did
This led me to thinking, middle aged men treat women in their twenties like objects. At that moment in time, I was a piece of shit to him, late that evening that same guy could be ogling my breasts at a bar, and even hitting on me. They think that because they are men, and they have lived trough more than we have they have right to walk all over us. Whether it be to cheat on their wife, and pamper us until they are done with us, or push us to the side because we could never be right in the presence of such agreat man. They do this at stores, hotels, espicially at bars, anywhere they come in contact with us. And why? because we are climbing up the ladder, we are more qualified for their jobs, and we don't need THEM to take vare of us and be our sugar daddies. Hell, some women don't even need them to help raise a family.
I am not an object and I refused to be treated that way, by anyone, let alone a guy going through a mid life crisis.
Take your corvette and small dick elsewhere! Current Mood: cranky
|Monday, June 20th, 2005|
So several things in my apartment are "communal," including the towels. However since my roommate is moving out he has asked that I seperate the towels and wash them. Which isn't a big deal, because I use more towels. However, he tells me as I am about to take a nap because I am obviously so tired I can't keep my eyes open for the conversation, that he wants it done TODAY, so he can pack them by Thursday. I know DAMN well that he will not pack them tomorrow or Wednesday, so why the fuck do I have to do them tonight? He not only didn't offer to help pay for the washing (despite the fact it included towels he has used) he is now IN BED...while I wait up for the second round of drying to finish.
I am your roommate motherfucker, not your womanservant.
|Friday, June 3rd, 2005|
|Tuesday, May 31st, 2005|
OK, so I called the doctors and finally got my results. I don't have cancer!! Thank god!! YAY.. it's such a relief.. :D Current Mood: happy
|Monday, May 16th, 2005|
Just wanted to say hi ... and vent a little.
Why the f*ck can't those stupid doctors call me back sooner?! After waiting 6 months I have to wait another f*cking 2 weeks for the results!?! I've been actually convincing myself that I do have infact have cervacal cancer. Stupid doctors!! God I need to know.. soon. Current Mood: bitchy
|Thursday, December 9th, 2004|
im cranky. I hate my baby daddy... hes a jerk. sometimes i hate my boyfriend, why cant he help me out more. We were living together and he was basically my daughters dad and now we dont and now it feels like we're just friend and have a few benefits. like were a family at his convience.
F*CKING MEN! and lets not even get me into BUSH... GOD DAMN STUPID AMERICANS
and YES , I am on my period! SOOO WHAT! Current Mood: frustrated
|Wednesday, December 8th, 2004|
If any of you want to post something, but don't want it public, remember you can post "friends" and only members can read it!
:) Current Mood: cranky
|Saturday, November 27th, 2004|
am i allowed to chop my ex's _________ off when he pisses me off???
I swear. Does it say PLAY MINDGAMES WITH ME on my forehead, ARRGH! Hold me back girls hold me back!
|Saturday, October 23rd, 2004|
Hi I'm new
Hey I'm Hadiya.. 21 y.o Female from mn.. and in my recent attempts at finding a bf or whatever.. i've been called, too intense, crzy, pathetic, and bitchy. I don't under stand teh too intense. I know i'm not crazy.. but wtf is too intense.. I'm not supposed to ask questions? or what.. IDK.. BUt i'm sick of stupid people... thast all..
|Friday, October 15th, 2004|
My aunt just dropped off 2 boxes of baby stuff for me. She caught me scowling at her. I quickly switched to what has been dubbed my "shark" smile and said thank you. My aunt is one of those people that wants to be greatly appreciated for not doing a damn thing for anyone. She brings me this old stuff and wants me to be greatful for it. Granted, some of the clothes are still good, but she brings formula too. All of the things that she brings are just things that are left over from her kids and they are older than me. Just a hint... tha formula is no longer good. And the clothes I have to wash like 10 times to get out the smell of smoke because she is a chain smoker. Its gross. So, thanks aunty. Current Mood: annoyed
|Tuesday, October 12th, 2004|
Eric and I went to a haunted house on sunday. He finally said yes to going somewhere with me that's not a bar. I don't know why I bother trying to stay friends with him. It seems useless. Anyways, it went reasonably well until we were on our way back to his car. Then he starts answering his text messages. Now I'm getting upset. He can't wait 15 more minutes until he drops me off before he starts answering his girlfriend? Its just plain rude. So I only talked to him briefly yesterday, and I haven't talked to him yet today. What's the point? He never sees where he did wrong anyway. Current Mood: aggravated
|Friday, October 8th, 2004|
Why are you grumpy?
I wish I had a penny for every time my daughter's father asked me, "why are you grumpy?" For future reference, his name is Eric. Our daughter's name is Estella. He has this amazing effect on me. He can ruin any good mood I manage to muster up simply by crossing my mind. I'm pretty sure that destroying things would be pretty theraputic, but I'm just not psycho yet. His new car does get tempting though... Pretty much, my moods flow where ever my love life, or loveless life take them. If this is a place where I can vent, then thanks for having me. If this is the wrong forum, then let me know and I will leave the comunity. Current Mood: grumpy
|Saturday, June 5th, 2004|
Have you ever been in the kind of mood where NOTHING can cheer you? Like if someone handed you a million dollars you would complain about SOMETHING? Then welcome!