THESE THINGS ARE REALLY BOTHERING ME>
ok, a few rules:
1. Couples are no longer allowed to PDA. When I had a boyfriend, I respected the public's eyes and didn't shove my tongue down his throat in front of their faces. Accordingly, I'm requesting the same respect, especially since I'm lonely and bitter, you motherfuckers.
2. Anyone over the age of 70 should not be allowed to drive. I don't care how "independent" they are--elderly people cannot fucking drive worth shit. I swear, about 494030395859 times today, some geriatric thought that just because he was born in 1800, he suddenly had the God-given right to floor it right through a stop sign and/or red light (MOST LIKELY BOTH) and nearly smash into my car when it was clearly my right of way. Oh yeah, let's all note the irony here: the ONE TIME in his life that he actually PUSHES THE GAS PEDAL, it HAS to be when he's not supposed to.
3. No one is allowed to wear shirts that have a picture of a fatass porky pig with big eyes on the front with a caption that says, "Please don't eat me." Ok, those shirts were kinda clever when they came out in 2003 (yeah, let's all go vegetarian because it's "cool"), but now they're overused and I'm tired of seeing them.
4. If Scott whatever the hell his last name is doesn't go home on American Idol, I'll be absolutely enraged because he's a fucking piece of white trash that's banking off the fact that he's fat and thus represents "the normal, average American guy." Go the fuck home.
Haha, I'm so moody today.
1. Couples are no longer allowed to PDA. When I had a boyfriend, I respected the public's eyes and didn't shove my tongue down his throat in front of their faces. Accordingly, I'm requesting the same respect, especially since I'm lonely and bitter, you motherfuckers.
2. Anyone over the age of 70 should not be allowed to drive. I don't care how "independent" they are--elderly people cannot fucking drive worth shit. I swear, about 494030395859 times today, some geriatric thought that just because he was born in 1800, he suddenly had the God-given right to floor it right through a stop sign and/or red light (MOST LIKELY BOTH) and nearly smash into my car when it was clearly my right of way. Oh yeah, let's all note the irony here: the ONE TIME in his life that he actually PUSHES THE GAS PEDAL, it HAS to be when he's not supposed to.
3. No one is allowed to wear shirts that have a picture of a fatass porky pig with big eyes on the front with a caption that says, "Please don't eat me." Ok, those shirts were kinda clever when they came out in 2003 (yeah, let's all go vegetarian because it's "cool"), but now they're overused and I'm tired of seeing them.
4. If Scott whatever the hell his last name is doesn't go home on American Idol, I'll be absolutely enraged because he's a fucking piece of white trash that's banking off the fact that he's fat and thus represents "the normal, average American guy." Go the fuck home.
Haha, I'm so moody today.