Whiny Wednesday

Be forewarned….this isn’t for the kiddies.

Yesterday I came up with a list of things I hate. I’m not looking for solutions but if you would like to comment, rant or add to the list please feel free.

I hate how some people walk in flip flops. They drag their feet and it makes that god awful “skhaff, skhaff” noise. Pick up your fucking feet you lazy bastard!

I hate business cards. Man where the hell am I supposed to put this tiny ass 2”x4” piece of paper? In my wallet? Yeah, right, like I don’t have enough random shit in there and this is not getting added. Puh-lease if I want to get a hold of you ten bucks says I can figure it out without this card. My official new name for business cards is “here, YOU throw this away for me.”

I hate the asshole that stands too close to you while waiting in line at customs. I can hear you suck your teeth, smell your breath and you keep brushing my ass. YOU’RE TOO DAMN CLOSE! When I turned around and gave you the back the fuck up look I wasn’t joking. So now when I turn around and push you back don’t look surprised. You standing on my heels doesn’t make the line move any faster asshole.

I hate Hooters. I walk in and get scoffed at by the bitch serving beer and blue balls to assholes with Myoplex guts, fat lats, strange over groomed facial hair squeezed into a Tap Out t-shirt. These bitches should realize that almost everyone has waited tables at some point in their life and recognize the importance of a tip. But because you want to be a snot rag I’ll tip you 10 percent and btw asshole in the Tap Out shirt my husband could mud stomp the shit out of you and your rat pack of bitches. He actually DOES train.

I hate dust. Can someone explain why I vacuum, dust and wipe stuff down every day and minutes later there is a new layer of dust settling. How long do German Sheppard’s live again?

I hate Sara on Hot 99.5’s voice and advice. I can’t stand this woman’s voice and arrogance. She thinks her opinion is worth a shit. Her advice IS shit. Hence why she doesn’t have a boyfriend nor any prospects and lies about the fact that she’s 29. The only reason to have a melt down over 30 is because you are a loser and your life sucks. Shut the fuck up and try listening skill level #5 and you may get a life. Two ears, one mouth bitch.

Last and certainly not least I hate the disease bipolar. You have taken a woman and made her unrecognizable, unbearable and intolerable. Fuck you bipolar, Fuck you.

Nuff said. Peace out – Stay Paleo.