I’m a pretty easy going guy, but I think people annoy me more than they should. I think I’m also too observant. I notice things around me that others don’t notice or don’t care to notice. It bugs me sometimes.
I don’t have kids so I don’ know for sure, but it seems schools nowadays, maybe it just the bay area, are more concerned about the kid’s self esteem than they are about education. If every kid grows up with high self esteem, who’s going to pick up my garbage? None of the strippers will be crying while giving me a lap dance. For God’s sake who’s going to give me a lap dance?!? Someone stop this madness!
That's great. I'm stealing classical music. you can buy a 50 cd box set for 5 bucks in the clearance bin at Best Buy, but that's apparently not good enough for me.
You have to be pretty full of yourself to join groups like “Hottest girls of myspace” and other such groups. Those are private clubs that you have to ask to be in. “Oh please, let me be part your club. I really need the self esteem boast. I’m so pathetic.”
Guys wearing scarves annoy me. It probably shouldn’t, but it does.
One of the most popular searches in my network is “unique baby names”. It’s not too unique can names be if they are a popular search?
Don’t you think the HR people that monitor work email conversations can figure out what you’re saying when you edit cuss words? How sneaky do you think you are? “Ah man! You gotta tell me. That b@otch that you took home last week – did you f*ck her or did she just s&k your c0k? or did you just get hi as b@llz?”
Time for another Good Idea/Bad Idea. Ok, so it’s the first. Stop distracting me! Ok Ok. Good idea: Flossing your teeth. Bad Idea: Flossing you teeth on BART. Please, could you try a little harder to make me puke on you? That’d be great. Thanks.
I see the most popular search right now in my network on Friendster is “how to get your ex back”. C’mon people. Move on. It’s over. He/She’s not interested in you anymore.
I love the fact that one of the biggest prisons in the state is sitting on prime real estate in Marin County. In your face you pompous, Ferrari-driving, Sausalito assholes!
I caught part of the show “The Biggest Loser” the other night. I think the intriguing part that made me stop was flipping channels was mostly because of this fat chick crying on a scale in her bathing suit. This show is ridiculous. They even referred to these people as heros! So let me get this straight: These people are heroes because they won’t get off their fat, heart-attack-waiting-to-happen asses for they’re own health, but they’ll sure do it for a quarter million dollars. Bullshit!
