So for this blog, I’m deciding to be a hormonal little pussy and bitch about shit that’s bugging me. [Cause I’m a girl and that’s what girls do.]
Annoying roommates who think their wanted in a conversation so they just walk in to a room and join in. Bitch, I do not like you. We are not friends. Don’t talk to me. I really could give a fuck less what you have to say, you ginger freak.
Bumper stickers. Again, I do not care what you have to say, nor do I care about your likes and dislikes in this world or the fact that your child is student of the month at Who Gives A Shit Elementary. If you like Obama, kittens, and not contributing to world wars, good for you, I just want to drive the fucking speed limit asshole. Do you think as I’m honking at you to move your car out of the way that I give a shit that you love Jesus and Coexist. No. Not particularly. Just get the fuck out of my way.
Marxist lovers. Marx was a tool. His ideals would only work on a tiny utopian island. America is far from that, so get over yourselves already. You’re a tool.
People with backpacks on in a crowded bus. Hey dick bag, the refrigerator sized book bag you have strapped to your back and hit me in the face seven times since you got on the bus. Please refrain from being suck a dick bag and leave some of your crap at home. It is not necessary to lug around every edition of the D&D rulebooks around. If Gandalf is beckoning, I’m sure he won’t mind stopping by your crib to pick up some necessities.
[Spellcheck would like to make ‘Obama’ -→ ‘Osama’ Just thought I’d let you in on the humor that is getting to me at 2am]
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