tiny little rant

And I am exactly where I thought I would be. I don't know what to write. It is not about having no idea, but having too many. Just putting it down is a horrible mess. Well I guess I will just keep writing these rants until someting happens and I can come up with something of importance. Now you will get just stupid little things.
One of the pet peeves I have at work, well in workplace to be specific, it is not related to my job, but to the building itself. There is a lift that goes to the underground parking garages, they have 2 levels and that is where my pet peeve comes to life. This is the labeling:

Ground Floor
SubBasement
Basement

How on earth is there a subbasement above a basement floor? I know it is stupid little thing but it annoys the living hell out of me everytime I use the lift. My slight OCD gets an electric shock and my eyes start to twitch, blood preasure rises, well the last one is actually not a bad thing for me as I suffer from low blood preasure... :)
Seriously just look it up in a dictionary if you don't know the meaning
sub·base·ment
noun
A floor beneath a main basement of a building.

And really how can you not know sub means below, under... subway, subculture, subalpine, subcategory, subcontract, etc.
Apparently some people just wanna see the world burn.

Rant over. eweliyi out.

the first

Am I really doing this? I guess I am. Hmm I never knew what to write even though I have head full of very important things to say. I think I just don't know how to express them in written form. I can talk a hole in your head but writing somehow scares me. There were people who suggested videoblog, I tried to talk to my camera once and it didn't end well,

maybe I will try again later. Why shouldn't I all in all I just started a blog which I have never thought possible. Oh the new horizons... and the new prospects of failure. But I guess I just don't care about failures anymore. Yes there will be people who will laugh their ass off on my account, but I will do the same to them hence why be afraid of it. So this is it, my first blog post about nothing of importance, just something I needed to get of my chest for my own sake and you are the unlucky ones who were hit by it.
Serves you right for wasting your time on other people's blogs :)
But I hope you will return, because I am as all the other people online a tiny bit of an attention whore callgirl, we all are, more or less, willing to do more or less.