Quotes About Frustration

I calculated the total time that humans have waited for web pages to load. It cancels out all the productivity gains of the information age. Sometimes I think the web is a big plot to keep people like me away from normal society.

When life gives you lemons... choke on them and die... you stupid lemon eater.

we sweat through our doldrums somehow, sheer insane boredom; society can no longer focus and my poems keep drying up and blowing away.

we sweat through our doldrums somehow, sheer insane boredom. society can no longer focus – my poems keep drying up and blowing away.

i'm still waiting for someone to kick in the groove wake us up get the juices flowing and you know the shit gets more stale a little more square every day and we're diggin our own grave jumpin in head first and still we cry out for leaders to take us away start the groove over but the tunes are the same doesn't really matter where you start.

well it's almost noon and i've done nothing all day, all my great plans shot to hell, of getting up at 7 and writing 3 new poems 1 new story 5 letters of sending out submissions to 4 new magazines and making several phone calls all by noon – so i'll just keep drinking coffee and reading from the stack of books on my kitchen table and maybe i'll go catch a flick and maybe just maybe i'll get half as much done tomorrow.

sometimes it's the senseless feelings which overwhelm you, the despair and frustration which build to dangerous levels and the subsequent release, the cigarettes, alcohol, nameless fucks, nights spent in the drunk tank. the cats howling outside the window know this and they act accordingly.

What I really wanted more than anything was to put my boss on the floor and stand on his throat and watch him gag.

Fuck damn ," said Conté, totally unable to help himself when the sums involved vanished over his mental horizon. "Beg pardon, Doña Sofia." "You should." She drained her snifter in one quick unladylike gulp. "Your calculations are off. This merits a triple fuckdamn at least .

If only this city's entire population of lurking assholes shared one set of balls, so I could kick it repeatedly.

Your calculations are off. This merits a triple fuckdamn at least.

The functionaries in the courtyard of the Palace threw open their wooden shutters and settled in for a long day of saying "fuck off in the name of the duke" to all comers.

I am the king idiot," he muttered, "of all the world's fucking idiots.

Son of a bitch," said Locke, "but I am displeased. It all comes down to clothes. Clothes, clothes, clothes. What a ridiculous thing to be restrained by.

I'm sorry," muttered Locke. "I was so keen to come to Tal fucking Verrar." "It's not your fault. We were both eager to hop in bed with the wench; it's just shit luck she turned out to have the clap.

Sorcery's impressive enough, but it's their fucking attitude that makes them such a pain.

I don't expect life to make sense," he said after a few moments, "but it would certainly be pleasant if it would stop kicking us in the balls." "Don't

son of a bitch." "Yes

I don't expect life to make sense," he said after a few moments, "but it would certainly be pleasant if it would stop kicking us in the balls.

The average claw machine is only programmed to give the claw full strength every 20 tries.

Q: What happened to the two flies resting on a toilet seat? A: One got pissed off.

Verbal hemophilia. Why can't I clot?

Life's a drag. There is no gravity. Earth Sucks!

Convenient targets include our "pointy-haired bosses" whom we believe are barely competent enough to tie their own shoes, the "paper-pushing fools" in the department down the hall from us that demand excessive amounts of documentation, and our "stupid users" who often don't know what they want, and when they do tell us what they want, it never makes sense anyway. Naturally, we never blame ourselves; we're perfect after all.