And last month, there were atleast 2 largish roadside fires on I-5 here just south of Seattle, from people throwing their cigarettes out the window. It's like,"hey, good job ya dork chops, potentially putting people and their homes in jeopardy *thumbs up with sarcasm*"
And oi, how i loathe Paris Hilton. Here's a chick who's famous for... what? Bein a rich s**t? As Kevin Smith said in his blog a small bit ago, why did she get famous for doin porn? And it wasnt GOOD porn, either. Why net let good pornstars get as much attention?
Also, about 2/3 of the costomers who come into my work bug me.
Also, the pople who design plus size fashions. There are really only 2-4 places I buy clothes from (Lane Bryant, Torrid, Fashion Bug, and the Avenue) because the vast majority of clothes there are actually STYLISH and IN FASHION. For a while, I wanted to scream every time i saw a button up denim shirt with flowers and a watering can embroidered on the front pockets. And the long denim skirts with a ruffle around the ankle hem. Hey, yes, I am a big girl, but i like to dress cute too, ya know! Oh yeah, and people who dont make cute shoes that are bigger than a size 9.
Pink Elephants on Parade!
Warning.. Rant about to begin......
Although this is specific it boils down to something most can relate to, people who come to a new area (whether it be a new country, province, state etc.) and do nothing but bitch about how they hate it blah blah blah and then have the audacity to put you down if god forbid you are from there.
OK this wasn't as much of a rant only because I deleted it. I am still cranky but the typing and deleting has made me feel better
Plain and simple if you relocate, it is really to make a better life for you and family. Appreciate what the new area gives you and don't bash it, it only PO's the locals.
Oh, I couldn't agree with you more! I know a very dear, sweet person who relocated to my area. She alienated so many people because for the first year after moving it seemed that nearly every sentence started with
"If everything seems under control, you're just not going fast enough." - Mario Andretti
ooo ooo I found another one. The other day, i heard an abomination in the musical world. It was a mash up of Fergie's craptastic song London Bridge and the classic song Blister in the Sun. Whoever thought of ruining Blister in the the Sun with Fergie should be brought out into the street and shot. Twice. Then have lemon juice poured over their bullet wounds.
Pink Elephants on Parade!
There is a woman in my office whom I don't know, but I always find myself in the restroom at the same time as she is. She has some oddball habits: like primping too long, slamming doors, not letting people pass her as she meanders down the aisle, etc. But the worst is that she spritzes obnoxious perfume while she is doing number 1, WTH? I could see the other, maybe, but... ? I am ridiculously sensitive to most perfumes, I get such a headache from heavy scents, so thanks a lot, lady! Every frick-frackin' time! Then, to cap it all off, she always leaves the water running full blast after washing her hands. Like someone else is better able to turn the water off than her, she can't possibly use the paper towel she is drying her hands with to turn the faucet. These bathrooms are cleaned twice a day, I don't think she'll catch anything, and I don't think that that is the problem, she doesn't use a seat cover or have any other germaphobic behaviors, and most disgustingly carries her water bottle and paperwork in and out with her, something a germaphobe (me!) would never do, I don't care how far from my desk I am. Thanks for letting me vent, she's so annoying I just grumble to myself during my whole bathroom visit.
Could does not mean should
VeronicaBelle27, that brings to mind those other, less celebrated people who bug the hell out of me. People who have no qualms whatsoever about staring at themselves in the mirror, no matter where they are, no matter who they're with. When I'm in the elevator and someone moves right up to the mirror and gives themself the bedroom-eyed look while poking at their hair and pouting seductively (probably a bit of an exaggeration) I just want to call them on their blinkered self-involved vanity. I mean, everybody looks, but sensible people with some involvement with the world around them do it surreptitiously and wait to poke and pout until everybody gets off at the 21st floor.
All I wanted was a 45, a stinking 45 - the record or the gun. I'd even settle for the damn malt liquor. - Al Bundy.