Hmmm, this is DEFINITELY a shortened version as I am sitting on the couch in my underwear, stinky, sweaty and smelly, waiting to take a shower and anyway my back goes into spasms when I hunch over the coffee table to type. To that end:
In no particular order:
The whole freaking electoral process and everyone running, or involved in any way. It is supposed to be one of the things that makes our country great, but this year it made me want to puke up my waffles.
broken shoelaces
incompetent drivers
Spongebob Squarepants
insurance companies
all airlines, worldwide, except for Emarites and Singapore Air
pancreatic cancer (I just saw the commercial where Mr. pancreatic cancer is sitting in the back of Dan's car and that motherfucker better not be hiding in my backseat!)
my work boots
wet wood
metal slivers
cats
gun control advocates who think the world will be a safer place when only the criminals are packing heat
my aching fucking back
I really feel the need to end this on an up-note so I would like to add that I LOVE thunderstorms and we are having one right now:)
2 comments:
Barney! You forgot Barney!
Dude. You totally wrote what was on my mind! Except that I live in California so I don't puke waffles... just organic, cruelty-free products.
How is your aching fucking back anyway?
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