Sunday, January 31, 2010

tangent twenty-two: these are a few of my least favorite things.


Hey kiddos.
How is everyone doing today? I am in a good mood except for the fact that it's Sunday and I haven't done nearly enough work. That's usually how Sundays go. I freak out because I haven't done enough work, which is really just another form of procrastination. And tomorrow I will be freaking out even more because of my freak out today. It's just how it is. I've forgotten what a weekend is. Since I only have classes on Mondays and Tuesdays my weekend consists of getting sleep on Tuesday night and then freaking out Wednesday about how much work I have left to do. To clarify, the freaking out happens in my head. I do not rip off all my clothes, run around the city, and scream absurd religious convictions to no one in particular. Enough of that. I can tell you're already bored. It is finally sunny in Atlanta and that makes me happy; however, lately it has been grey, soggy, and rainy. But it's been bad rain. Spitty rain. Spitty rain is precipitation consisting of quasi-droplets that feel more like God's cold spit on your face and less like a well needed earth hydration. So until today I have been playing the role of Eeyore: gloomy, grey, and sans my tail (which is true because I'm a human and was born without a tail. I think). It's kind of weird that today is sunny because it would be more fitting for today's tangent to be written on a spitty rain day. It's just weird. It's not ironic, which brings us to today's tangent. My least favorite things. In no particular order.
  1. Misusing the word, "ironic". I blame Alanis. She had no business writing a song about coincidences and referring to them as irony.
  2. Juicy Couture velour tracksuits. Victoria's Secret Pink line also applies.
  3. This season's Real World cast (Real World: DC). MTV, could you have found six strangers any lamer? Bring back Hawaii.
  4. Bathroom stall doors that open inward.
  5. Music snobs. Go ahead and put hipsters here too.
  6. Fern spores. Lots of small things in groups make me extremely uneasy.
  7. Cats.
  8. Houses that smell like dog. And the people who own these houses and have become immune to the stench.
  9. Bad singers on American Idol who get record deals.
  10. The Progressive lady.
  11. Phantom farters. Also known as Fly-bys.
  12. People who tag themselves in facebook pictures.
  13. Adults using the word "tummy" when a child is not present.
  14. Fat Luke Wilson trying to sell me AT&T.
  15. Putting liquids in quart-sized bags before boarding an airplane. What the hell does this prevent?
  16. Girls who talk like babies when they're on the phone with their boyfriends.
  17. When people act like they're the most surprised they've ever been when I tell them I haven't seen [insert greatest movie ever made that I have yet to watch here]. Or when they ask, "You haven't seen [insert greatest movie ever made that I have yet to watch here]?" No, jackass. Why would I lie about that?
  18. Goatees.
  19. Oxygen bars. Tap air is fine by me.
  20. Broken escalators.
  21. Idiots who ask fat women when they're due.
  22. Larry the Cable Guy. Not laughing.
  23. Snakes.
  24. Cynical people who make lists about things they hate. I don't count.
Generally, I dig life. Generally.

Peace. Love. It's usually never ironic.

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