Saturday, January 2, 2010

Pet Peeves Part II

I'm not actually sure if there was a pet peeves part I, but I complain enough for this title to be justified. Anyway...


Why does it seem like all the ugly ones wear the "UCLA GIRLS ROCK" t-shirt?

Drivers who don't use their fucking blinkers and slam on the brakes before making a turn when I'm right behind them. In the rain.

Parking enforcement officers.

Overly enthusiastic cashiers.

People who still "poke" on facebook.

Professors who make really bad jokes.
And the lone douchebag who laughs at them.

People who say they "stop liking" someone because they find out that person is in a relationship and they wouldn't wanna be a "home wrecker." It implies that if that person found out you liked them, they'd abandon their significant other to be with you. Get over yourself.

The sound of sharpening a knife.

Unless you're a professional photographer, don't take pictures of your food. It rarely looks as good as you think and it proves that you're too boring to talk to the other people at the table because you'd rather take pictures of the condensation on your plastic water cup. If you're trying to avoid socializing, go ahead and take the pictures. But don't go home and upload the close-up low-angle black-and-white shot of the half-eaten tomato that fell out of your exotic-looking BLT.

People who think it's clever to turn words into "math equations," e.g. ba(na)²
[(ma) (d/du .5u²) sqrt(E/m) (ln e^k)]* people who think that's funny.

When two people in a group have the same name and someone thinks it's outrageously clever to say "omfg it's like JOHN SQUARED!" No, it's not. Two people having the same name doesn't mean you can take a 2 and put it anywhere relative to the name. If there are two "John"s, you have (John + John), or 2(John), which doesn't sound nearly as intelligent as John², but at least it's correct, and not fucking retarded.

Too much cheese.

People who say "no offense."
"You're kind of an asshole, no offense."

So what do we call this decade anyway? The twenty-tens? That bothers me too.

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