Saturday, July 23, 2011

10 things that I currently just cannot possibly stand.

1. I cannot stress this one enough, girls why must you tweak your lips just so when you take pictures of yourselves?  It's not cute, and just makes you look like a fish without air.
2. BIG BUG EYE SUNGLASSES.  haven't you ever heard that it's all in their eyes?  yeah well how are guys supposed to see your beautiful eyes if we can't even see them?(or even your cheek bones for that matter.)  I'm not saying it makes you look like a fly, I'm saying that it makes you look like a disproportionate fly, and believe me the words "disproportionate fly" are quite an oxymoron.
3. iS iT cOoL tO tYpE LiKe ThIs Or SoMeThInG?
4. Stupid music.  I have no problem with justin bieber, or even the bisexual freak of a performing artist lady gaga.  What I do have a problem with is complete and total crap.  Last time I checked with a tribe called quest they asked sugarhill gang if they could kick it with a hip hop, the hippy the hippy to hip hip hop a ya don't stop.   Rap and hip hop are supposed to be about ryhmes and rythm, not drugs and women?  No one cares that we cant can't get a dollar out of you fifty, it technically would be impossible seeing that you apparently equal exactly one half dollar, so yes lets say you're a pimp, P, I, M, P and be done with it.
5. WOMEN.  Can't live with em, can't live with em.
6. Gentlemen of facebook, we indeed realize that you have a six pack and a cool belt buckle, but please put your shirt down.
7. WENDYS.  When are you going to fire me and release me from this terrible prison sentence?  (my mother will not allow me to quit of my own free will.)
8. America's got talent.  Am I the only one that thinks that the talent is hardly sub-par this year?
9. Hey look someone added me on facebook that looks nice and swear that they went to highscool! (accept friend request)  Be tagged in a post trying to sell high heels and air jordans every day for the rest of your life.
10. BLOGGERS.  Freaking noobs, psh.

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