Survivorman is back on....
New ones?!?! I thought it was all reruns.
Survivorman is back on....
I hate homo ass hipsters. I hate motherf@ckers who wear skinny jeans and they are skinnier then chicks jeans. WTF! Skinny jeans are for chicks you sissies. I hate when they have some whimpy ass beard and they think its manly. Pfff!!
New ones?!?! I thought it was all reruns.
I hate that I have a customer who owns a stock LBZ with an Aurora 3000 and dual fuelers, riding on 37's, tell me that "I don't know what I'm doing" and "there's no way the engine bent a connecting rod". That the low compression is "from a bent push rod".
I hate that said customer returned four months later after having another shop verify my diagnoses and install a stock GM crate engine, only to have new said engine seize up after two months. Now said customer wants warranty repairs by me.
I hate that I have to tear this engine completely apart just so GM can decline the repairs due to "non-stock" ECM calibrations.
WOW thats some BS.
I hate alcohol
I hate bad days
I hate I turned to the bottle tonight
I hate I drank half a fifth in one draw off the bottle and am looped right now, and I don't usually drink, all that heavy anyways...and I hate that I actually feel "better" about everything right now...
I hate that there doesn't seem to be any "real" answers to "real" problems in the world, and I hate that I feel so insignificant compared to all of it
I hate money, I hate the "rat race" anymore, what's it for? What's it prove? What's its result?
I hate that a man can be judged based on how he dresses or what he drives, and I hate being the target of another persons resentment...
I hate that today is my daughter's 8th birthday and due to some random genetic anomaly called Rett Syndrome, yet another day passes where I don't get to hear her voice I only hear her scream, another day passes that she doesn't get what she wants and only what she needs, another birthday passes without her really even knowing, without her getting to exploit her wish on a candle in hopes of getting her miracle....whatever that may be....
Another day passes that I can only guess at what she desires....
Another day passes, where she can't get out of her own bed, or stand on her own, feed herself or comb her own hair, not that I mind doing it for her...
I hate that She won't ever make me a poster or card or be able to wrap her arms around my neck and give me a hug.
I hate that the only change I can expect for her is less rather than more, as the disorder is degenerative, or degressive.
I hate all that....
But I love her infinitely more:thumb:
I hate that my problems, although relative to my situation, are nothing in comparison to those who have real struggles like you. And I hate people that take their kids for granted unlike you. Thanks for putting my life back in perspective. Tomorrow will be a better day because of it and keep your head up!
I hate alcohol
I hate bad days
I hate I turned to the bottle tonight
I hate I drank half a fifth in one draw off the bottle and am looped right now, and I don't usually drink, all that heavy anyways...and I hate that I actually feel "better" about everything right now...
I hate that there doesn't seem to be any "real" answers to "real" problems in the world, and I hate that I feel so insignificant compared to all of it
I hate money, I hate the "rat race" anymore, what's it for? What's it prove? What's its result?
I hate that a man can be judged based on how he dresses or what he drives, and I hate being the target of another persons resentment...
I hate that today is my daughter's 8th birthday and due to some random genetic anomaly called Rett Syndrome, yet another day passes where I don't get to hear her voice I only hear her scream, another day passes that she doesn't get what she wants and only what she needs, another birthday passes without her really even knowing, without her getting to exploit her wish on a candle in hopes of getting her miracle....whatever that may be....
Another day passes that I can only guess at what she desires....
Another day passes, where she can't get out of her own bed, or stand on her own, feed herself or comb her own hair, not that I mind doing it for her...
I hate that She won't ever make me a poster or card or be able to wrap her arms around my neck and give me a hug.
I hate that the only change I can expect for her is less rather than more, as the disorder is degenerative, or degressive.
I hate all that....
But I love her infinitely more:thumb: