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seethingheathenI'm bored and ODing on internet cos I missed having it, so I'm going to make you lot a list of Shit That Pisses Me Off. This list includes people, so if you see yourself here, I'll try to care that I've offended you.
Militant Vegans. Seriously, I'm glad you don't eat dead animals/eggs/cheese, but don't go trying to make me fee bad because I like a good chunk of Cheddar or a piece of chicken every now and again. Oh, and I do use butter. Sorry if I'm making Jesus cry, but it makes my toast taste better.
Queue jumping. I've been waiting 20 minutes. You just got here. Piss off to the back of the queue. I can't promise I won't trip you on your way, so don't look surprised when my foot just happens stick out just a bit at the precise moment you pass me.
Being told I look 17 and having my ID scrutinised. I just had my 26th birthday, I promise.
Tori Amos' music. I like music with lyrics that make at least a tiny bit of sense. Whenever I hear one of her songs, I have to supress an anyeurism. That's hard to do, if not medically impossible.
Madonna writing children's books. Do I really have to explain this one? Yeah, I didn't think so.
Being fat. And being reminded of that fact by sniggering school boys. Jesus.
Self-mutilation. What the hell? I should clarify; it's not the behaviour itself that I find revolting, but the fact that it seems to be the cool thing to do. Get help, please. And stop glamourising your illness.
Film Quoting. Oh, you're so bloody special because you can quote verbatim some rediculous film you've seen 900 times because you have no life. I especially love the way you act so smug because not everyone 'gets it.'
Avril Levigne. If she's so fucking punk, why doesn't her music reflect that? She's just Britney Spears with a tie on.
Thirteen-year-olds describing themselves as 'hawt' or 'hott' in chat rooms. Not that I frequent chat rooms, but on the odd occasion that I do go into one, I have to keep from being sick all over my keyboard. And parents wonder why there're paedos on the internet. Not that I'm saying anyone deserves to be violated, but when you're a pre-teen or a very young teen describing yourself in such a manner, pervs will crawl out of the woodwork. Don't be surprised when you attract unwanted attention.
That about covers it for this edition. I'm sure I'll do this again someday; lots of things piss me off.
Militant Vegans. Seriously, I'm glad you don't eat dead animals/eggs/cheese, but don't go trying to make me fee bad because I like a good chunk of Cheddar or a piece of chicken every now and again. Oh, and I do use butter. Sorry if I'm making Jesus cry, but it makes my toast taste better.
Queue jumping. I've been waiting 20 minutes. You just got here. Piss off to the back of the queue. I can't promise I won't trip you on your way, so don't look surprised when my foot just happens stick out just a bit at the precise moment you pass me.
Being told I look 17 and having my ID scrutinised. I just had my 26th birthday, I promise.
Tori Amos' music. I like music with lyrics that make at least a tiny bit of sense. Whenever I hear one of her songs, I have to supress an anyeurism. That's hard to do, if not medically impossible.
Madonna writing children's books. Do I really have to explain this one? Yeah, I didn't think so.
Being fat. And being reminded of that fact by sniggering school boys. Jesus.
Self-mutilation. What the hell? I should clarify; it's not the behaviour itself that I find revolting, but the fact that it seems to be the cool thing to do. Get help, please. And stop glamourising your illness.
Film Quoting. Oh, you're so bloody special because you can quote verbatim some rediculous film you've seen 900 times because you have no life. I especially love the way you act so smug because not everyone 'gets it.'
Avril Levigne. If she's so fucking punk, why doesn't her music reflect that? She's just Britney Spears with a tie on.
Thirteen-year-olds describing themselves as 'hawt' or 'hott' in chat rooms. Not that I frequent chat rooms, but on the odd occasion that I do go into one, I have to keep from being sick all over my keyboard. And parents wonder why there're paedos on the internet. Not that I'm saying anyone deserves to be violated, but when you're a pre-teen or a very young teen describing yourself in such a manner, pervs will crawl out of the woodwork. Don't be surprised when you attract unwanted attention.
That about covers it for this edition. I'm sure I'll do this again someday; lots of things piss me off.
