ahh, Thursday.
You know what irritates me?
Okay, let's start again. Imagine one of those colossal clear plastic balls that you see at those big charity events... you know the ones that 10,000 people have put their raffle tickets in, and some smiling blonde with a fake tan is turning the handle on it, mixing the contents like a clothes dryer? Okay. That's how I picture all the things that irritate me. This is what the MC is pulling out of the bubble and reading aloud with a big battleship smile:
Meeting people you instantly hate, but not really being able to justify it yet, but being fairly certain after spending MORE time with this person, you will damn well be able to justify it. Even though this person sets off every "creepy fucker" alarm in your body, at present you can't give any credible explanation (say, to a jury) of why you should staple this person to death.
*sigh*
Also, this doesn't really irritate me, but it's something that I idly fear. Most of my shorts have snap closures, not buttons. But now I own some shorts with buttons. My fear is that, while standing in front of a urinal, I will forget which shorts I'm wearing and try to "unsnap" my button, causing it to pop off and fly into the urinal. At which point, if I am not wearing a belt, I am going to be in trouble. It hasn't happened yet, but it could happen. Knowing me.
Okay, let's start again. Imagine one of those colossal clear plastic balls that you see at those big charity events... you know the ones that 10,000 people have put their raffle tickets in, and some smiling blonde with a fake tan is turning the handle on it, mixing the contents like a clothes dryer? Okay. That's how I picture all the things that irritate me. This is what the MC is pulling out of the bubble and reading aloud with a big battleship smile:
Meeting people you instantly hate, but not really being able to justify it yet, but being fairly certain after spending MORE time with this person, you will damn well be able to justify it. Even though this person sets off every "creepy fucker" alarm in your body, at present you can't give any credible explanation (say, to a jury) of why you should staple this person to death.
*sigh*
Also, this doesn't really irritate me, but it's something that I idly fear. Most of my shorts have snap closures, not buttons. But now I own some shorts with buttons. My fear is that, while standing in front of a urinal, I will forget which shorts I'm wearing and try to "unsnap" my button, causing it to pop off and fly into the urinal. At which point, if I am not wearing a belt, I am going to be in trouble. It hasn't happened yet, but it could happen. Knowing me.