Quotes About Frustration

Advanced life-forms, my seweet patootie. Jerks. Both of them.

When I wanted information, it was silent; when I didn't want to hear from it, it got chatty. It was alost as irritating as Fang.

why can't you just get out of here and leave me alone?i bellowed. i can't! dylan shouted back,his face twisted with an anger i'd never seen from him. you can,i said through gritted teeth.just point your wings that way and flap!

A classroom . People trying to stick me in classrooms was becoming as predictable and annoying as people trying to kill me, but with less-fun results.

That machine took my money!' I said. 'I must have revenge!

Walking over to Iggy, he poked him with his shoe. Does anysing on you vork properly? Iggy rubbed his forehead with one hand. Well, I have a highly developed sense of irony.

That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I need to help you because fair is fair? Try, 'I need you to help me so I won't rip out your spine and beat you with it.' I might respond to that. Maybe.

Do you want me to swear this time? Yes. Well, crap.

It was stupidly, infuriatingly impossible. No wonder I hadn't written anything decent in ages— I couldn't even figure out how to tell a boy that I loved him.

He was on the verge on insanity with one foot on a banana peel...

SHUT UP!" I yelled all the way down the hall. "FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, JUST SHUT YOUR STUPID NOSY MOUTH!

I'm sure some of you get sent to your rooms sometimes by your parents. All I have to say is, the next time it happens and you're lying there all mad thinking about how hard your life is, just picture me standing next to you, ready to smack you upside the head. When I get sent to my room, it's in a freaking dungeon! With rats!

The cell phone in my pocket went off. Shit! Damn it! Why do I carry these infernal gadgets? Why does anybody in their right mind need to constantly be on call?

You aren't dead," she said. "No. You aren't dead either," said Iggy irritably. "How about just 'hello'?

A flow of heroically suppressed swear words ran through my brain.

Everything wanting to contribute to my ulcer, Get in line and take a number!

Then you're a big loser, you don't get to finish the game, and the rest of the year will be about as much fun as a case of never-ending diarrhea

The next forty-five minutes in that office was about as much fun as a day at Disney World—when it's pouring rain. And all there is to eat are hot-dog buns. And you get electrocuted on the rides.

Dreams suck. You think you've conquered something, you work on it over and over and tell yourself you're getting better, you will yourself to get better, you congratulate yourself on getting better. And then you close your eyes at night, you drift off into another world, and suddenly your own brain is tapping you on the shoulder and saying, Guess what? You're NOT better!

Attempting to drive a car before you find and release the parking brake is like trying to drag a Saint Bernard into a bathtub. But

All of us shrinks talk about VFC when we get together. Very fucking crazy, Gerry.

Big Sale. Last Week.' Last week? Why advertise? I already missed it. They're just rubbing it in.

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walked away, Jeanne Galletta heard him mutter something like "calm down" under his breath. Typical. Male cops tended to respond one way to a man's