Bugged
as in, these things BUG me today (or like for a while now)
1. The new season of "Lost". Time travel, bloody noses, no back story episodes, no forward story episodes, barely any semblance of sense of reason-at least that I can discern. I don't know, man. I know they have the whole thing mapped out to the series' conclusion, but will I able to watch the next 2 seasons to get there.
2. Women who shriek in the workplace. Seriously. SHRIEKING.
3. Women who just flat out speak in a loud tone of voice. Hey, if you've got your own office, let it out, be as loud as you want, shut the door and have sex with some young boy in a noisy way. If you (like I) share a large communal room with not-very-noise-proof 3/4 cubicle walls, keep it to a tolerable level. It's called manners.
4. Men.
5. Three hour films. I mean I adore an epic just as much as the next girl, but could you not tell the story in 2 hours? 90 minutes? If you do have to stretch it to 3 hours - could we reinstate the intermission? I don't know about the rest of the world but my bladder is not set up to wait 3 hours no matter how much I try to time not drinking anything before the film.
6. MySpace emails from 20-something boys who want my phone number. Seriously?
7. I have a Blackberry, and it seems impossible to download a ring tone without having to sign up at $19.95 a month for 10 ring tones. Am I really that flaky that I need 10 new ring tones every month at $20 a pop? Am I made of that much money? NO
8. It seems like everyone in my office uses the same ring tone on their Blackberry which means I constantly think my phone is ringing.
9. Men.
10. My eyelashes. They are sparse, barely visible, and no matter what miracle potion I buy to make them grow in luxurious and lovely-it never works. I can deal with my cellulite-dotted thighs and ass, my stretch-marks, my flabby arms, even my double chin but why could I not get some kick ass eyelashes.
And I'm done.
I even feel a bit better.
Shallow but better.
1. The new season of "Lost". Time travel, bloody noses, no back story episodes, no forward story episodes, barely any semblance of sense of reason-at least that I can discern. I don't know, man. I know they have the whole thing mapped out to the series' conclusion, but will I able to watch the next 2 seasons to get there.
2. Women who shriek in the workplace. Seriously. SHRIEKING.
3. Women who just flat out speak in a loud tone of voice. Hey, if you've got your own office, let it out, be as loud as you want, shut the door and have sex with some young boy in a noisy way. If you (like I) share a large communal room with not-very-noise-proof 3/4 cubicle walls, keep it to a tolerable level. It's called manners.
4. Men.
5. Three hour films. I mean I adore an epic just as much as the next girl, but could you not tell the story in 2 hours? 90 minutes? If you do have to stretch it to 3 hours - could we reinstate the intermission? I don't know about the rest of the world but my bladder is not set up to wait 3 hours no matter how much I try to time not drinking anything before the film.
6. MySpace emails from 20-something boys who want my phone number. Seriously?
7. I have a Blackberry, and it seems impossible to download a ring tone without having to sign up at $19.95 a month for 10 ring tones. Am I really that flaky that I need 10 new ring tones every month at $20 a pop? Am I made of that much money? NO
8. It seems like everyone in my office uses the same ring tone on their Blackberry which means I constantly think my phone is ringing.
9. Men.
10. My eyelashes. They are sparse, barely visible, and no matter what miracle potion I buy to make them grow in luxurious and lovely-it never works. I can deal with my cellulite-dotted thighs and ass, my stretch-marks, my flabby arms, even my double chin but why could I not get some kick ass eyelashes.
And I'm done.
I even feel a bit better.
Shallow but better.
