Seriously. I keep thinking about various things in my life and they piss me off.
My family: both my brothers live far too far away — one in bloody Illinois — and both my parents can really be childish gits who never pay any attention to my wishes and still treat me like a bloody child.
My bed: I’m supposed to be getting an all-singing all-dancing bed - the salesman rang me before Christmas and promised me faithfully that I’d be getting it “mid January, the end of January at the latest”. He promptly forgot to order it until mid January so I had to wait until February 6th before it arrived in the country (from Germany) and then until 13th so they could do quality control checks (how long does it take to check a few sodding nuts and bolts?). Guess what? It’s still in Germany …
My neighbours: the people along my street are fine — I live in a warden controlled street and I’m the youngest resident by about 35 years — it’s the assholes who live in the street behind me who park their cars across my fucking driveway, rev their bloody engines at 1am with their larger-and-louder then they need exhausts (on a Citröen Saxo and a Vauxhall Tigra for Christ’s sake) and their bloody car stereo. Yes, I’m moaning like an old bastard, but I can’t function with less than 9 hours sleep.
Money: every time I get slightly comfortable with a couple of hundred pounds in my current account that can safely be stashed into my savings I get a bill that I was expecting, but which seems to be freakishly large and always manages to sap up all the extra cash I was planning to spend on something unnecessary.
Other stuff: loads of annoying little shitty things I can’t be bothered to add.
The only thing I can rely on in my life is my dog and, fantastic as the hairy little bugger is, I’m still pissed off at everything else.
I feel slightly better now - thanks.