{"id":2550,"date":"2008-12-23T16:03:49","date_gmt":"2008-12-23T21:03:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/?p=2550"},"modified":"2008-12-23T16:44:27","modified_gmt":"2008-12-23T21:44:27","slug":"today-is-festivusair-your-grievances-here","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/2550","title":{"rendered":"Today Is Festivus&#8230;Air Your Grievances Here"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>To the ersatz friend who couldn&#8217;t be bothered to introduce me to, or even give me a contact lead on the cute single gay guy who he told me sounded like a perfect match for me: In your next life may you be as lonely as I was in this one.&nbsp; Then maybe you&#8217;ll appreciate the fantastic luck you&#8217;ve had in this one enough to understand why what you did hurt so much.\n<\/p>\n<p>To the ersatz friend who told me I was too homely to get the kind of boyfriend I wanted: Swear to god I had no idea you were so shallow.\n<\/p>\n<p>To my idiot neighbors who park multiple large vehicles on our street, and the occasional broken down boat trailer, without a shred of thought for the other people who live here: This isn&#8217;t the suburbs jackass, and Redfern Avenue isn&#8217;t your own private driveway.&nbsp; Check your deed in case you are confused about that.&nbsp; Need more parking space?&nbsp; Put it in your back yard.<\/p>\n<p>To the morons who drag shopping carts full to overflowing to the self checkout counters&#8230;oh&#8230;wait&#8230;I dealt with them in a previous post didn&#8217;t I&#8230;?<\/p>\n<p>To the jackass neighbor across the alley from me with the bright motion activated spotlight: If you have that thing out there to light up your backyard then I have a suggestion&#8230;try pointing it at&#8230;you know&#8230;your back yard, not up in the sky where it can shine into my bedroom windows like a goddamned searchlight.&nbsp; Or are you watching for incoming enemy bombers too?<\/p>\n<p>To the careless nitwit at the Valley Motors body shop who didn&#8217;t bother checking my rear bumper for structural damage when I brought the car in after it was rear ended: I hope your car drops a connecting rod into your lap while you&#8217;re passing a slow tractor trailer up a steep hill on a narrow country road in the only passing zone for the next 20 miles.<\/p>\n<p>More cheerful Festivus complaining can be found <a href=\"http:\/\/forums.fark.com\/cgi\/fark\/comments.pl?IDLink=4102090\">Here<\/a>&#8230;<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>to the s\/o:fark your xbox 360! i&#8217;m in the farkING ROOM with you. Talk to me!! Put down the goddarned controller and have a CONVERSATION with me! Look at me! Notice that i am in the ROOM with you, or cooking for you, or cleaning your house or doing your laundry! TELL ME ABOUT YOUR farkING DAY!!! Am i not WORTHY of your time because i&#8217;m not an RPG or a FPS or an RTS? How about when we do watch TV together, you turn of G4\/TECHtv&#8217;s xbox360 video game review shows and watch something other than Adam Sessler????<\/p>\n<p>The Nevada unemployment office, chase bank, the T.V. theme from Duck Tales, and Nevada drivers who text while they drive can all go straight to hell.<\/p>\n<p>To my upstairs neighbors: Turn down your classic rock, if I hear Taking Care of Business one more time I will destroy your fuse box with an axe, giggling like a school girl the entire time.<\/p>\n<p>To the middle aged harpies in the grocery store: If I&#8217;m pregnant, my stomach IS NOT there for you to touch at will. If you didn&#8217;t put it there, don&#8217;t touch it.<\/p>\n<p>To my asshole boyfriend who lied to me this morning so he could get out of going to my OB appointment&#8230;.so glad I spent hundreds of dollars and many hours shopping for your Christmas desires so you could could hide your balls and not be a part of the pregnancy YOU WANTED. The toilet was scrubbed with your toothbrush this morning, again&#8230;after I smooshed a fly with it. ASSHOLE.<\/p>\n<p>To my sister: The thing that all your shiatty boyfriends have in common with each other is you.<\/p>\n<p>To my mom: who forces me to attend church on Christmas Eve. I&#8217;ve told you a billion times, &quot;I don&#8217;t believe that farking virgin birth story.&quot; Also, having a Starbucks &amp; a Chick-fil-a inside your church is just WRONG and it&#8217;s sad that you can&#8217;t see that!!<\/p>\n<p>To my brother: I swear to Ceiling Cat, if you don&#8217;t stop giving me a hard time about being a vegetarian, I will kick you in the nads.<\/p>\n<p>To my roommate: I hate your boyfriend and I want him off my couch. Get rid of him and we can be friends again.<br \/>\nTo my roommate&#8217;s boyfriend: STFU. No one cares what you have to say about EVERYTHING. And get off my couch. And for that matter, my rooommate.\n<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>&#8230;and so much more!&nbsp; Festivus will officially end later tonight when Bruce is pinned to the ground during the Feats Of Strength by a trash bag full of old computer manuals he is taking to the recycling drop-off&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>To the ersatz friend who couldn&#8217;t be bothered to introduce me to, or even give me a contact lead on the cute single gay guy who he told me sounded like a perfect match for me: In your next life may you be as lonely as I was in this one.&nbsp; Then maybe you&#8217;ll appreciate [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1],"tags":[109],"class_list":["post-2550","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","category-uncategorized","tag-department-of-random-complaining"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2550","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2550"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2550\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2550"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2550"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2550"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}