The Complainer Girl

Tourists

2009-09-25T00:39:00.003+01:00

I hate tourists. I truly do. Ok sometimes they are really nice.

But…

Can somebody explain it to me why people who are totally normal, ordinary people on the grey weekdays becoming complete idiots if they are going abroad (or if they are visiting the town nearby)?

Can somebody explain why people have to stop to wonder around in the exact geometrical middle of the pavements? Why they can not queue up as they boarding the busses or the trains? Why they can not use them common sense? Or be at least a little bit more polite?
I understand if we are on holiday we have to be a little bit crazy. We can be a little bit more drunk in the evenings as we normally would be on our free weekends, and can be a little bit louder as the others (others=the folks of the visited place). But do we have to be complete idiots? Should we write it on our foreheads that we are not from the town? Should we shout it out loud: “Hey look at me I’m a tourist!”

I need a little favour from all of you dear visitors! If you wish to stop on the pavement to wonder around please do it on the side! (At least we ordinary people don’t have to stop and won’t be late from work. I know that it is really odd, but in the city what you are visiting for fun are people working - actually a lot of them. And we can not be late.) If you don’t know where you are ask a police officer! They are everywhere and they are extremely helpful. And anyway, don’t act like a completely idiot! You might be a tourist and you won’t be coming back ever again, but trust me you are ridiculous and you are making our life much harder. Just try to act like other people do, try to be as you are at home! And last but not least please use you common sense!

Thank you!

The Perfect Morning

2009-08-16T13:18:00.003+01:00

There are some mornings when you know that nothing will piss you off on the whole day.

You are smiling as you wake up (strange cos usually it is better if no one is talking to you until you finish your first coffee), no one is in the bathroom as you trying to get in. Have a great breakfast with a strong tea in the garden with your mates and the world just looks rounder.

I love lazy relaxing mornings even if I know that in the evening I have to go to work. Who cares? It’s Sunday ineeee? =]

So go on, have a nice tea in the garden and try to smile to the world today!

Too Many Questions But Only One Answer

2009-08-11T19:55:00.003+01:00

Too many questions: How? Why? When? What?

I seriously got fed up with these bloody questions. The answer is: I don’t know, and I really do not care.

I don’t know what is going to be happening and I am really not bothered. Just leave me alone! Just let me be myself! Let me be who I am, what I am, on the way I want it!

I don’t want your help, but do not count on my help either. I did what I could, and now I just lie back, and enjoy myself. On a really awkward way but again, I do not care. I’m going to enjoy myself watching you to destroy everything. I might also smile. But really I won’t be bothered.

Once again, the answer for your question is: I don’t know and I don’t care.

Single

2009-08-02T00:09:00.003+01:00

I hate being single. When I became single (about 3 years ago) I loved it. But now it is too much from the lonely sexless nights. I am completely miserable, grumpy and moody.
I hate myself for being like this. I hate the fact that everybody around me knows that I am single, and I am actually not happy about it. They keep on telling me stuff, like “you are so sensitive”, “you getting angry so easily” “you seriously need a boyfriend”. F*** off! I know it exactly!
Somebody pissed me off yesterday big time. Flatmate Nr.2. She was absolutely super-grumpy in the whole afternoon. Than she had her weekly sex portion, and everything was fine. Until this point it is normal isn’t it? I mean I am fine with others having fun, and other have what I can not have. But I am not fine if they are telling me off. Oh… Let me explain. So…She was grumpy like hell, than she had sex. Than I haven’t been grumpy but really tired, and said something, I don’t remember what. It was nothing important, nothing moody. Maybe I didn’t like something. And she started with the “oh…you are sooooo sensitive” show. I hate this. I was fucking not sensitive or moody. But probably if I would have been after some nice bed-gym I would have been less tired, and more smiley. I hope you can see my point. She was the one who we could not talk 2 hours before, and now she is telling me off for a smaller stuff. Pissing me off.
Seriously I am completely fine with the fact that I am a single until somebody is not reminding me, that this is actually a bad thing. I need a cuddle, I need a kiss, and I need a good sex to relax my nerves. I need someone who I can go out for dinner or concerts or just hang out and watch telly. I need simple stuff. I don’t want the world. I want simply falling in love. And I really need people to leave me alone with this “oh you poor single, sexless girl” stuff!

Seedless Grapes

2009-07-26T16:17:00.002+01:00

I hate seedless grapes. I mean I love grapes. I love most fruits, but I think the seedless grapes are a really stupid thing.
The most important part of the grapes is the seeds. You know as the best part of the apple is the skin (you must remember the time as you were a child and you mum told you, that the vitamins are in the skin of the fruits and you have to eat them. OK, this must be a little lie, but still you have to see my point.)This tiny little thing (what you think is so hard to eat) are containing really good stuff. It can give you younger looking skin. Yes. You heard me well. No magic, no Botox, no super expensive creams, only some grapes with seeds.
This “5 time a day- supermodenhealty- weight-watcher” people are eating seedless grapes and then buying the face creams (for massive prices) with GRAPES SEED EXTRACTS. Well... What can I say? Good for you!

Tired and bored

2009-07-25T16:54:00.002+01:00

I hate to feel tired but one thing is even worse than feel tired. It is feel tired and bored. I really don’t understand this. How can it be that if you plan something it is 100% sure that you will do something completely different?
I have a day off. Great! Finally some rest. I really need it. But instead of sleeping until midday, and staying in my pyjamas for the whole day, I woke up before 9am (!!!) and after my coffee I started to do the big cleaning, doing absolutely everything. Washing the curtains (by hand) and the windows, washing all my cloths, even hover under my bed. I was spinning like the house fly if you spray it with a bug killer. And I was happy for it. Crazy I know.
But then the little voice in my head said I need a coffee and a fag. A little break can’t hurt right? Oh yes it can. If you have a break you calm down. Sitting down for 5 minutes can make you feel really comfortable. And bamm. You realise that you don’t even want to clean. You actually want to sit in front of the telly and watch some crappy show. And do NOTHING. But you have to finish what you started. You cannot sit down.
Now as I finished everything I feel tired. Tired and bored. I don’t even want to watch crappy TV shows anymore. I became extremely grumpy.
At least everything is clean and fresh and smells lovely.

First

2009-07-24T10:12:00.000+01:00

I am a complainer. I complain a lot. This is how I am. Take it or leave it. I love to complain.

Don't be scared! I am not a dangerous complainer. Just the one who never likes anything and moans about everything. For 10 minutes. Than try to think positive, and comes the "deep breath in-long breath out" technique. It works. Usually.

I'm planing to use this blog to put my little annoying complains here, and once I write them down I will easily forget them. (I hope so at least.)