Complaining Blog

What is all the hoop-la about camping? People do realize it's just sleeping outside where it's dirty, right?

I feel like camping is a whole lot of effort and planning and packing and preparing just so you can go and get stinky and sleep in an unpleasant situation. It's weird. I tried it and I found it distasteful and boring. Booooooooooo, camping!! You SUCK!

I always assume that people who still put bumpers in their kids cribs are either a) retarded b) have been living in a bubble for the past 15 years or c) care more about how their kids room looks then about their actual kid. Doesn't everyone know that you don't put bumpers in cribs anymore? It gives kids SIDS! Public service announcement for those who haven't heard yet: tight fitting sheet! back to sleep! no crib bumpers! and no matter how cute and cozy you might think it will be don't sleep with your kid in your bed!!! If you don't follow the baby rules you will make me assume you are a bad parent. And you don't want that do you? Do you??? Okay then.

It is a sad, sad day when you walk down the feminine products aisle, see the bulk pack of um... things,  and say to yourself "Do they make some sort of double bulk pack? This just doesn't seem like enough". Sigh.

I like working. I don't always like waking up early and commuting and the other lame stuff that goes along with working, but I like going out and being busy-ish. It makes me feel less like a human terd and more like a regular human.

But here's the problem: I can't complain about them on the internet without the fear of being in trouble by the internet. No facebooking about how ______ they are, or writing on here about all the _____  _____  stuff they do. Because what if they read it? You see the dilemma? Boo. What's the point of having a complaining blog if I can't complain about everyone I know on it?! Stupid work, ruining everything.

I guess I would be in the same situation about friend complaints, but I don't see any of them often enough to form valid complaints about them. Because of work. I really do have friends, I swear. Probably.