~Anybody who thinks their stereo is more important than somebody else's sanity. Especially neighbours.
~Drunks, unless they're being quiet and not bothering anybody. Then they're all right.
~People who say "What if everybody stopped having children?" in order to shame me into breeding, as if my decision not to have one would render the entire planet infertile. It's never gonna happen. You might as well ask "What if aliens turned everybody's liver into giant Twinkies?" Sure, it'd suck, but it's never fuckin' gonna happen, so stop worrying about it. People will never stop fucking, and some people will always want children.
~People who don't spell-check, either with a computer or with their eyes. Also, people who spell-check with a computer but still have so many errors [e.g. "if" for "is" and "to" for "too"] that you can't read what they're writing. Please die.
~People who complain about "the damn Mexicans." Try living in Mexico for a year. You'd stow away in the trunk of somebody's car to get back too. [Even my mom is in the "send 'em all back" camp now. Just shut the fuck up. Shoot them your own goddamn self if you don't think they should be here. You talk about them like they're not human anyway, so it shouldn't be a crime, right?]
~419 scammers. WE DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING MONEY, OKAY? We spent it all on gas.
~Pat Robertson. [Oopsie, that wasn't a very Christian thing to say, was it? Good thing I'm not Christian.]
~Celebrity magazine writers who call a famous woman fat if she looks like a woman instead of a toothpick in a dress. She probably already has osteoporosis, amenorrhea and nerve damage from starving herself on some ridiculous diet that consists of 2 lettuce leaves and a handful of uppers but no actual proteins or fats. People read that and they think 115 lbs. is fat and 95 lbs. is normal because they don't see her low bone density or the clumps of hair that fall out in her brush every day.
~Everybody on "Survivor" including the producers. Just die. Try to get eaten by an alligator or something. I will laugh so hard. I am so sick of hearing about this fucking show, I'm ready to buy an alligator and train it myself.
~Ditto for "Fear Factor" and throw in the merchandising people too. If I want a notebook with a picture of worms all over the front, I will mix some paint and some spaghetti and pour it onto my notebook. [Actually, that might look kinda neat. I might use that as a painting technique...]
I have to go take two quizzes now.
same bitch time, same bitch channel...
Posted by Frida Peeple at November 11, 2005 10:16 PM