Gripes, pet peeves and just plain bitchiness

~ Always make sure you have a good pair of socks on when you go out in the morning. If you don't, it will ruin your day. I spent a good part of my day today just pulling up my socks. Remind me to not wear those socks to work ever again.

~ There's a commercial on tv that says the odds of you being in a movie star car accident are one in eight million, but the odds of you being in an accident are one in eight. Well, I think the odds of you being in an accident involving someone that works in my building are at least one in three. People that work at the OC are some of the shittiest drivers around. I swear, every day when I drive to work there is some asshole driver who cuts right in front of me 20 feet before the entrance to the parking lot. Yeah, asshole. I know where you work. And yes, I DID flip you off. Don't look so shocked. You know what you did

~ I have no problem flipping people off .... even people that I know. If you are my friend and you cut me off or tailgate me so close that I can smell your perfume or cologne, expect to see the bird come out of the cage. I don't care if you are my friend. If you drive all asshole-ish like the rest of those f*ckers out there, then you are just as bad as they are, and therefore, deserve to be flipped off and cussed at. And if you really were my friend, you wouldn't cut me off in the first place - hehe

~ I said it once, and I am gonna say it again. When you are waiting for the elevator and it stops and the doors open up, don't just ram your way into the elevator before making sure there aren't people that might want to get out. You know the doors don't shut the moment you are inside the thing. Relax, people. And for pete's sake, let me out of this damned elevator!!!

~ Don't talk to me when I am typing case comments or when I am trying to add numbers in my head. Because if you start talking about how cute monkeys are and how you wish you had one for a pet, I will end up putting that shit in my case comments without even knowing it, and when I turn the case in and the supervisor reads my case comments, she will think I have (pardon the pun) gone bananas. Of course, I will blame you.

~ Please, please, for the love of all that is holy and good, DO NOT talk about how you spent all last weekend puking and how the puke was this nasty shade of green and had chunks of potatoes and carrots in it, when I am eating lunch, or dinner, or breakfast, or right before or right after I have eaten. In fact, don't talk to me about it at all. I also don't want to know about how you spent all night on the toilet with the runs, or about your last bladder infection, or about how mush pus came out when you popped your zit. EWWW. There are certain things people should keep to themselves.

~ When you are a passenger in my car, keep your hands off of my radio. My car...my music. I don't care if you are a devout Catholic who only listens to Christian music. You are gonna be listening to some Black Sabbath. Rock on!

~ Don't tell me I am gonna go to hell for listening to rock music or for posting something like this on my blog...




It is not your job to "save" me. Besides, I already know I am going to hell. The nuns at my old school told me that when I was in 3rd grade.

~ You are not allowed to watch The View or Oprah or any Steven Seagal movies at my house. You can go to your own house and watch that crap all you want. My tv will explode if it is forced to play that shit.

~ Monty Python rules!! If you disagree, well then, you suck.

-------- to be continued - hehe