Shit That Makes No Sense To Me.... Continued:
1) Valets at Bridgeport Plaza, and whoever the fuck designed that parking lot.
2) Why I'm a spelling/ grammar nazi, and the amount of time I have wasted being one.
3) Why the narrator's voice on “Cold Case” draws me in every time- dumb ass show.
4) Why I can't quite land a back flip on the trampoline... so close, so close.
5) Why “New Seasons” market is the most expensive grocery store in the world.
6) Why I don't like guys that like me. There, I said it.
7) Why I have two closets full of clothes, wear the same ¼ (actually maybe less) of it all the time, yet can't bear to part with the other ¾. I literally envision some kind of a struggle or tears happening over that one. So dumb.
8) Having neighbors that you have lived next to for years, yet you have no idea what their names are, nor do you speak with them or even have eye contact(if you can help it).
9) Why I feel the need to ask 10,000 questions of the person next to me about the same DVD that we are both sitting there watching.
10) 400 hundred other things.
This was fucking hilarious! I too am a grammar Nazi and it could have something to do with your profession. I know that it's pretty critical to mine. And as far as the clothes go, find a friend the same size and trade off every once in a while. Or, buy a few new accessories and "create" new outfits with the old ones.
ReplyDeleteBeing a spelling/ grammar nazi is both positive and negative. Negative is you (or at least I) borderline obsess about the shit- no matter what I'm writing- even fucking text messages. Positive is that it helps you in certain professions- and so that the other spelling/ grammar nazis out there do not label you a complete idiot. Let's face it, it's just tacky.
DeleteNow- about the clothes- those are great ideas, but how on earth do I part with the all the crap I don't need???!!! I think I have hoarder issues. I don't have dead animals in my house or anything, but I do have a hard time letting go of stuff, and I am extremely good at collecting it. And I do give it away to my friends, and I do donate it- and I sell some of it- and and and- maybe the problem is that I keep getting stuff. I don't know- but somehow I don't think I need 20 pairs of jeans, 50 tank tops, 35 pairs of shoes, etc etc etc (and these are all very rough estimates). And don't even get me started on the personal hygiene products. I have enough crap to style my own hair and everyone else's for at least the next ten years.... yet I can't get rid of the shit. Issues.
P.S. I just edited the above response about ten times- and I am trying to draw the line at ten- although I am not completely okay with that and have to fight the urge to re-read, edit it again. Fucking issues.
Your language is revolting
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