Thursday, December 14, 2006

 

Things That Tick Frosty Off Part #462

(or Frostilicus needs to rant)

1: Housemates who think they know better and decide (without asking you, the lease holder first) to get their brother in-law to fix the broken light socket that was reported to Nameless, Inc* Real Estate last Saturday. Their reasoning is: It's better than waiting 6 weeks for a new light socket like we did for the stove. I remind housemate that it was 8 weeks, not 6. Never mind that *I* am the one who now has to explain to an electrician why the socket has been "fixed" by an unlicensed "tradesman", who is not *MY* brother in-law, either.

2: Going to a different supermarket to the one you normally do, and then finding that what you want is STILL: in the very last aisle in the store, and at the very END of that last aisle.

3: The decision over whether to buy Panadol Rapid Soluble in 2 20 packs, or Aspro Clear Extra Strength in 2 16 packs. Panadol Rapid Soluble will give you 8 extra tablets, but has a vile chemical taste that Aspro Clear doesn't seem to have. Spend 5 minutes deciding, and pick Aspro Clear anyway, seeing as the 2 you took this morning are going to wear off soon, and you will feel like you're gonna pass out from the agony of period pain.

4: Finding that 4 packs of Libra slim Regular tampons don't seem to exist here EITHER. This of course, forces you to buy 2 2 packs, which ends up costing you $1 extra than it used to cost to buy 1 4 pack. "Why not just buy 1 2 pack then?", I hear you ask. Well, if you were a woman, you wouldn't ask that question.. you would immediately KNOW the answer. To put it as least disgustingly as possible: You try going through 1 8 pack of tampons in a DAY, and then realising that you might not have enough to last another day. And you don't feel like walking anywhere because blood loss makes you feel light headed. Get the picture now? Buy ahead, and you won't have to risk passing out on the way there, or back.

5: Stores that play Christmas music. Hello, we live in AUSTRALIA, where there (for the most part) ain't no snow to dash through on a sleigh, and Christmas doesn't take place in a winter wonderland. Please change Christams carols according, or just FUCK OFF AND DIE!!

6: Bindi Irwin. Everywhere I go I am seeing this annoying little child. Plastered on one of the gossip mags this week: Bindi Irwin and how it's her "First Christmas without my daddy" FOR FUCK'S SAKE! It's irritating enough that we have to see this ex-sperm with her whiny voice and the gap in her teeth on TV ads for Australia Zoo, but frankly, I'm getting sick to death of all the publicity she's getting. She's more goddamn nauseating than her idiot father. (And yes I think Steve Irwin was a complete MORON. Call me UnAustralian if you want, but not everyone that lives here says CRIKEY! every 30 seconds and is as enthusiastic as a man who looks like he's either drunk too much coffee or taken a shitload of elephant steroids.) Bindi, please fuck off and die now, so that the Australian public doesn't have to be embarassed by another member of your family.

And I'm sure there's a lot more... but these were today's gripes.

* - Obviously NOT the name of my Real Estate.

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