OMG you guys I am in SUCH a grumpy little mood today. I am a grumpalufugus (sp?). And it’s all totally PMS — there’s nothing actually wrong — but I’m trying so hard to be cutesy and funny and my normal self but all I want to do is run around the office screaming “WHO THE FUCK CARES WHAT MATT DAMON DID I WANT CHOCOLATE.” And you know what else? The nice lady who normally has a big bowl of chocolate in her office? Is out sick. And her office door? Is locked. I mean, Jesus, lady, have some respect for the other people in your office. I don’t care if you’re feverish and vomiting, you have enough strength to pick up the phone and call facilities and be like “Hey could you please unlock my office door and move the bowl of chocolate outside? I know Beet is going to be starting her period any day now and will be depending on me, and I’d hate to let her down.” But noooooooo. People today have NO MANNERS.
Anyway.
Matt Damon did the running portion of a triathlon in Miami on Sunday. He ran 6.2 miles (a 10K) in just under an hour, which isn’t terrible but also isn’t terribly impressive. He competed on a team with his stepfather and a family friend.
In other news, will somebody please bring me chocolate?
we say grumpalumpagus in our household when any of our kids feel like you do. quick question, can a six year old have pms? because i think my daughter has it, nothing else comes close to matching a description for her attitude today. i’m seriously thinking about spiking her water with midol.
bad mommy.
haha-
i know the feeling, i just dipped a spoon in my roommate’s jar of nutella.
hmmmm. nice.
god you’re annoying!
weekend girl should become weekday girl.
maynard shoud become ex-reader. Beet rules, maynard drools. Baaahaaa, I so rock the 7th grade!
he ran a 10K he didn’t compete in a triathalon.
Uh, Beet, that’s what venting machines are for… otherwise, hello, the supermarket is FULL of chocolate, especially since Halloween is coming! Get your own damn stash!
re; ribbet
yeah, my cousin casey used to use chloroform on her bratty kid to shut her up and boy oh boy, did it ever work.
re; beet
i, for one, heart hearing about your period every month!! it reminds me of the fun times as a teenager when my gaptoothed, big breasted, hillbilly girlfriend used to call me across the fence from the foster home she lived in and let me know she was kotexin’ so i didn’t have to worry myself to sleep at night about knockin’ her up! as my momma used to say when she tucked me in at night, ‘condoms are for cocksuckers and aunt agnes’s anus’.
so you are saying you can do 6 10 minute miles in a row? that’s why you don’t think it’s “impressive”?
lol censorthis, lol. there are some days when that seems like a viable option. i sometimes dream about moving to the state where you can drop off your kid at a fire station until the age of 18.
then they go and do something cute and i let them stick around another day; i’m a sucker.
the gal i train with, not a professional athlete but a serious runner, ran her 10k in 44 minutes and she wasn’t even close to first. the winner was around 31 minutes. nutty. i don’t ever need to go that fast without a car.
poor beet. there really should be a number to call for emergency p.m.s. supplies to be delivered. chocolate and fritos, painkillers and the like.
i recommend stashing a bag of Dove dark miniatures in your desk for next month.
as for the male readers who don’t want to hear about p.m.s. and periods, i think they should get down on their knees and thank the dear lord they were born male; i don’t think any man can truly understand the hell women go through.
and how hard is it to skip a post when you see the word “p.m.s.” in it? sheesh!
re; coral
go fuck yourself! oops, i must be pms’ing. you bitches always fall back on that female vs. male shit….and the hell you go through. wah, wah, wah…. how about us having to watch you once a fucking month with a washrag on your forehead and a pretty much guaranteed week of no poontang. you crybabies are the reason we prefer to hang out with hookers, strippers and the occasional asian massage parlors who know what a man really wants; pussy. and some pussy that ain’t whining like some fucking hyena on meth. excuses, excuses, excuses. give me a fucking break. check your husband debit card withdrawls…he’s loving shelling out $$ for not having to hear your shit.
Isn’t Censorthis’ 6:44pm comment one that should be DELETED per Beets’ Guidelines for Posting? I am so tired of the gratuitous racism that keeps popping up in the Comments.
Isn’t this the SECOND time you’ve cried racism tigerlille?
Get over it.
@tigerlille:
You’re right. That comment was auto-approved and skipped my notice. It’s been deleted. I am SO lenient with comments and race discussion, you guys, but racial slurs used in earnest are a no-go.
re; tigerlillie and evil beet
you’re both right. i’m sorry i overstepped my boundaries. . i’m a fucking asshole and will work harder at being crowned asskisser king at the beet high school prom like tigerlille, who obviously is a mannish, lonely, elementary school crossing guard with a nasty assed cameltoe during the day. it’s not like my name is tigger or teletubbie or sweetlittlepuppy or something. just block me entirely and i’ll make this board a much nicer and boring place to hang out by not posting at all.
LOL hilarious!!
beet: ok, i live in seattle and i know for a fact there are about 10,000 places you can get chocolate; no need to suffer the pms blues. my fave? chocolati on 85th and greenwood. check it out….handdipped truffles and their mochas are amazing. i know this because they are conveniently right down the street from the vet my dogs go to. phinney ridge animal hospital, if you are looking for a great vet for leo.