Fake Problem Appreciation Thread
 

It is time that we start a thread where everybody can complain about their "problems" that are not really problems, so we all have a SAFE place to complain about the things we pretend bother us but really are intended to make others realize how perfect and awesome we are.

I'll start!

My boobs are big!

I once got a B+ in law school, but that's totally okay because I got straight As every other semester!

I am an attorney! It is very hard but somehow I survive.

Most guys I encounter every day want to have sex with me!

It was very hard to wait for the entire 10 minutes it took for me to be offered alumna membership to a sorority!

People always buy me free drinks because I'm so hot, but then I drink too much and feel hungover the next morning!

I simply cannot wear all five engagement rings at the same time. Someone is going to be hurt every day!

Sometimes, my trust fund checks arrive a day late! Those are usually the days when 1,000 people ask to friend me on Myspace!

You got me laughing so freakin hard my co-workers are looking at me like WTF is wrong with you

Oh dear, that is another problem! I am so very sorry that my immense and amazing powers of humor have caused you any discomfort. I am a terrible person.

Yes you are a terrible person! And my problem is I hate telling people they're terrible! I guess that makes me terrible too. :(

Re: Fake Problem Appreciation Thread
 

Now this is the best thread EVER!!

:D


I'm sorry to tell you this, but you ROCK! Guess you can add that to your list, too.

The good thing is that by telling someone she's terrible, it lets everybody know that YOU are in fact NOT terrible! You are great! And perfect! Please, take solace in your greatness.

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Please direct a sequel to your movie and call it the Sisterhood of the Traveling Fake Problems. The stars must all be either fragile and delicate or large-chested.

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Valkyrie

YOU GUYS STOP IT!!!!! It's so awful when people compliment me and say all these nice things! OH MAN DO NOT MAKE ME THE CENTER OF ATTENTION! I know that if I didn't want the attention I could TOTALLY stop posting in this thread, or I could've just not started the thread at all! But it's much cooler to complain about it and pretend it bothers me!

I don't look like an unmade bed. :(

I am too fabulous for words. It is so hard to be me.

Make a movie about me.

The Sisterhood of the fabulous Amycat.

Take solace in your ordinariness, for it is hard yo, hard to be so damn fabulous.

I'm actually beginning to feel light-headed from all of this laughing. You all are EVIL. :p :o

My hair is TOO long, and TOO naturally blonde, and TOO soft. I hate it how it always looks perfect, even when I first wake up.

I have the perfect length leg and 80% of pants in my size fit me right of the rack, so I never get to use a tailor to make them super-perfect.

My job's hours are too wonderful. I get out of here by 4 everyday, and I don't see as much traffic as a lot of other people. I don't get to sit among thousands of rush hour cars.

My job blocks Yahoo Mail, Hotmail, Google Mail, You Tube, MySpace, anything with blog in it so I am forced to spend more time on GC and e-mailing people from my work account which might lead people to believe that I am not very productive at work but they are all wrong. I think the only sites that should be banned at work are p*rn or s*x sites. Internet limitations decreases my satisfaction.

I like a man. He purports to like me too. Liking him has created problems. Not real major problems but just you know problems that I would rather not have but I do like him and he expressed interest to me first. But this expression has upside downed my world. It constantly has me looking at my cell for possible missed calls.

I don't have any missed calls.

I have a problem making up words, i.e. upside downed.

I have 3000 rollover minutes. HUGE PROBLEM!:(

It is pouring out in NYC right now. So hard in fact that I simply cannot leave my house to run errands for my mother and to pick up my dry cleaning. Oh dear. What's a girl to do?