the bane of existence...

The bane of my existance? Dull razors...I cut myself so many times today while shaving my legs...

 

Canned peas kick ass.

You what else kicks ass?

Sushi! Which I'm eating now.

Eeeeeel rolllls.

 

<3 sushi.....

Jealous....

:shiftyeyes:

Oh well, bout to go eat myself some bangin mexican food.

 

i really hate doing laundry.

 

Ever tried Unagidon?

 

No sir, never.

Is that Eel related?

 

The idiots that work in the financial aid department at the school I attended. I just got a letter that I've lost my federal aid do to the fact that my GPA is lower than a 2.0. I have a B average and I've never applied for federal aid because I know I don't qualify. I'm ready to kick some asses. If they sent the wrong transcript I'm going to murder those idiots.

 

Yeah Financial Aid always got on my nerves. They took a grant away from me because my dad got married and then I had to borrow more money just to finish my last year.

Currently I can't stand the CitiBank people who asked me to start paying on my student loans one month after graduation. It's like hello people, I don't even have a job yet.

 

I feel for ya Amy. At least you got out of the shit hole years before me.....of course that was my fault for dicking around. :tongue: It would only take me one semester to graduate with my B.A. if I don't go into the teaching program. hahaha

 

oh god, chicken feet, i cant even imagine eating them, they seem so amazingly disgusting uke:

 

paved streets, parking lots, automobiles, and too many people living too close to each other with too little reason for doing so. also the gullability of humans to anything garnered from media they individually have less access to creating content for then perceiving content from, such as television, most radio, and pre-recorded media.

these things i think are the bane of orders of magnatude more people then ever think about or immagine them to be.

economic interests too, reguardless of idiology otherwise, and of course chauvanisms and prejudices of all sorts, not just the major ones like economics and belief, but even relatively trivial ones that begin and end if fantasies that are recognized and acknowledged as fantasies.

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Dirty Dishes. They are horrible, they multiply like rabbits and I don't like what dishwater does to my hands...

 

Stop feeding them and showing them dishware porn.

 

spooning and forking with disgusting lack of concern for how the pile-ups affect the rest of us...

 

I just wanted to agree with you about the raw onions! Only in my case I hate cooked ones too. And I really hate that every restaurant seems to think that all vegetarians HAVE to like onions.

 

Just think of how they are teased... cherries, strawberries and syrups suggestively served... By the time they make it to the sink with all that soap... how can a normal growing plate be expected to control itself. They really should practice safe dish sex and wrap themselves in Saran Wrap before.

 

this is almost embarrassing to admit, but sound drives me crazy.

i mean, i really, really enjoy music and sometimes the sound of passing cars or the wind in the trees or rain or whatever, but much of the time sound really gets to me. i mean, seriously, it can be almost painful. i've wondered if i have some kind of an audio-processing or hearing problem. much of the time i "hear" what people are saying to me by reading their lips, because their words just melt into all the other noise and just become meaningless sounds. i can hear the sounds but i can't understand them, and it's overwhelming and sometimes even a little frightening. i'm looking foreward to living out in the country again because the noise in the city can be unbearable. i can't understand anything anybody says, and i can't concentrate because it's like i'm trying to fight my way through a thick wall of sound-jello. it can actually make me nauseous, like today. most of the time i end up having to tell people i just can't hear them, even though the problem isn't so much not hearing enough as hearing too much, if that makes any sense.

it's really driving me crazy today. as soon as suresh picks up the kids i'm putting in some earplugs and crawling into bed. i just want to curl up in a sound-proof room and cry right now, it's really bothering me.

 

If I even smell a little bit of celery it will make me sick. I can't see how anyone could put that nasty shit into their mouths without gagging. This girl didn't believe me when I told her, and one day she touched a piece of celery to my lips when I wasn't paying any attention. Celery juice got in my mouth and I puked all over the table. I can't drink tea either, something about it just doesn't hit me right......hits me like cat piss on a warm summer day.

You shouldn't have ate the brown acid :santa3:

 

I don't mind my dishes spooning, but I do not tolerate forking of any kind or any other type of dish on dish violence.

 

no doubt.

seriously, as soon as i'm settled in one place and know i'm not going to be picking up and moving again in another 6 months i want to get screened for hearing/audio processing disorders, because this kind of shit seriously can't be normal.