I hate that Stuart’s not getting back until Monday and I can eat Skittles for lunch and stay up until 2AM watching crappy television and no one will yell at me for it. You know what else I hate?
That gross dreck that gets under your fingernails when you peel an orange with your hands.
That jerked-awake feeling when you’re falling in your dreams.
Being in a meeting full of coworkers where no one is responding to the cheesy request to “share out” about a work challenge and being the only one with a cringe-sensitivity meter TOO HIGH TO STAY SILENT ANY MORE.
The fact that the cork strip at the top of my chalkboard at school is JUST high enough that I have to get on tiptoe to reach it every day when I post our daily agenda.
Ayn Rand. OH MY GOD. The fury.
How, in Gmail, when you click in the handy reply box below an email, the page reloads with a fresh reply box. Just get RID of that feature already and make it so that I have to click the Reply button.
People bastardizing the English language [and not for fun, like totes or obvs]. Seriously, incentivizing? And in a work meeting, this gem: learnful!
The Black-Eyed Peas.
That inevitable moment where there’s a label or a price tag on something and you go to peel it off and you know you’ve got a firm start on that edge corner, man, you really showed that edge, you got it solid and then it starts, oh sweet merciful Mary it starts to separate and you just KNOW you’re going to only pull up half the sticker and spend three to seven minutes removing gooey paper from the product and then another three to seven minutes removing THAT from under your fingernails, oh yes.
Man, I really hate that stuff. I feel sufficiently full of articulate rage to go conquer this beautiful sunny day now. Your turn.
Inevitably at my house, the price tag is on the front glass of a picture frame I need to wrap this DAMN minute!
De-lurking to say, try Goo-Be-Gone. It works wonders on things like that. And I have never thought of this before, but Mr. Clean Magic erasers take off anything, so maybe that would work as well.
I hate the first thing you said the most.
My beloved has been away all week, and I am bloody tired because there is no one to tell me I need to go to bed. I suddenly realise it’s 1.30am and I’m still watching CSI and typing.
My GOD, I HAVE NO FREE WILL.
Anne – that’s literally the WORST. It’s ALWAYS the picture frame.
What’s wrong with “incentivizing?” I don’t get it. Everyone complains about incentivizing. I like that word. It’s so much shorter than “giving an incentive to” or “finding an incentive for.”
When you go to chop the kiwi fruit and you are salivating in anticipation of the tanginess and you’re focusing on the tang, not the cut, and you chop off the tip of skin on your finger.
omg the g-mail reply box. let’s hope it’s fixed in whatever update they eventually provide.
I’m with you on the Ayn Rand. I always wonder about people who say “The Fountainhead” is their favorite book.
try “goo gone” for the adhesive sticky stuff. you can find it at home depot and places of that ilk.