I have ranted in this space before about people fucking with my computer when they come over to my house. I realize it is at least partially my fault for having my laptop on and sitting on my coffee table. But when it is there, it is in its place and as put away as it is going to get. If we need the space, sure -- I'll move it to my bedroom. But when I have people over to sit on the deck and have drinks, space in the living room isn't really a concern.
And you know what? Yes, my computer is often slow. My stupid Comcast Internet is often shit. But please don't try to fix things for me. Every time that happens, my computer somehow ends up in worse shape. I've gotten the blue screen of death twice since my guests left. I'd been having no problems for months until Sunday and now I'll have to run the stupid check disk utility daily until things settle down.
I don't come to your house and steal the TV remote or change your music. Why do people do that to me? You could at least ask first before you decide we should watch something else or listen to another song or that you need to delete the version of Adobe that allows me to open PDFs.
Guess I won't be doing any more entertaining any time soon.
And now for the entirely too much information rant. I apologize in advance to my male readers and well, really to everyone. But if I can't rant about this in my blog, where can I do it?
Why the fuck is it so goddamn difficult to find slender regular tampons? I do not want anything bigger. I do not need anything bigger. And quite frankly, since Tampax decided to redesign their tampons, anything bigger than a slender regular is really uncomfortable. And not only are they next-to-impossible to find, they only come in the small-sized boxes. Yesterday at SuperTarget, I was forced to buy a 20-pack of the lite version. Which makes me think they are diet tampons or the equivalent of a training bra. Yay for My First Period! Jerks.