Tuesday, August 2, 2011


Sonic has changed their mints. They are now softer, almost like butter mints. Don't get me wrong, I love a butter mint. But I miss the old Sonic mints. Everytime I get my .99 chicken finger sandwich and my large Diet Coke, I feel bitter that I have to round it out with a mint in wolf's clothing.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


Though I have not written in awhile, I assure you, there are still things that are making me mad. I've just been to busy to jot them down.

But now that classes are nearly over, I've found the time to document my most recent anger inducing moment.

And it's...drum roll please....newly washed jeans. You get your hair done. You get your make up on. You feel like you're looking good. And then you go to pull those jeans out of the dryer and put them on. Now good sense has told you not to dry your jeans in the dryer, but it was an emergency. You needed them. You didn't have time to wash them and then hang them to dry. And so there you have it. You threw them in the dryer. Only now, as you try to squeeze your what now feels like the fattest ass in the world into them, you remember why you don't put your jeans in the dryer. Your muffin top protrudes out of the top. Those jeans that two days ago fit you fine, were maybe even a little on the loose side, now barely button. You bend. You stretch. But try as you might, those suckers aren't budging. They are tight as can be.

And so the girl whose reflection you saw in the mirror five minutes ago, the pretty one, has now turned into the fat, uncomfortable one in the too tight jeans.

Damned dryer. It's been the culprit that's ruined many a night out.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Coupon lady

I am a fan of coupons. I use them whenever possible to save a penny here and there. So, I say this with the utmost respect. Stupid lady in your Escalade, wearing Ugg boots, and carrying the Gucci handbag-- was it really necessary to show up at the grocery store, two days before a snow storm, and fill up your grocery cart, not only in the basket, but also the little shelf that's on the bottom? Apparently, it was. And I can get over that. Really, I can. But it was 5:30, which is one of the busiest times of the day. So, it became much MORE annoying when you had--no joke, folks--$140 worth of coupons. And get this, it wasn't a double coupon day.

So, of course, the twenty minutes I stood behind you while the cashier rang through $140 worth of .50 coupons was annoying. But the icing on the cake? Yep, that was when your last coupon for twenty five fucking cents would not go through and you held up the line for ten more minutes while the cashier called over three other people to try to figure out how to get your stupid ass coupon to go through. I'm sure your saving that .25 is what's helped you get your Escalade, but 5:30 PM two days before a storm is not the time to fuss over .25. If I were not wearing my work name tag, I might have punched you in your face and then pegged you in the head with TWO quarters just to get your fat hiney out of line.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Winter Snow

Yes, jerk face. I can see you have a big ol' truck, hummer, SUV, whatever. I know you think you can navigate the icey roads with the speed and ferociousness of a big jungle cat. But guess what? You can't. Just because you have big tires and a nut sack hanging from your rear bumper doesn't mean your wheels are unaffected by the ice. So, when you go whipping around me, I get anxious. Since your car is also bigger than mine, it's much more likely to kill me if we wind up in an accident. So, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't act like a tard ass and slow your roll.

However, I must admit, that when I see you go speeding past me, and then slide into a 4 foot snow drift and get stuck, a special light goes on inside of me that causes me to smile.

Monday, January 17, 2011


I know people who start new businesses that have bathrooms in them--you know, like restaurants, boutiques, etc. think it's really cute to put funny things on the doors. You've seen it. When you go to Mexican restaurants, for example. Instead of "Men" and "Women" they'll put "Caballeros" and "Mujeres." Now, lucky for me, I speak a little Spanish, so I can figure that one out.

But sometimes, I have no fucking idea what is on the door to the bathroom. And so, when I have to pee, and I'm in a hurry to get back to my hot plate of just served food, it really annoys the shit out of me to have to try to figure out which bathroom is for women and which one is for men. The worst is when people think it's cute to put those little symbols on the doors--you know, the one that differentiates men from women based on whether or not their is a plus sign underneath the circle? I sure as hell can never remember which one is which.

And just because I'm eating in a German, French, Italian restaurant, doesn't mean I know your fucking language. So, your cute shit on the doors? Yeah, it's not so cute. I don't like feeling like an idiot when I have to ask someone who works there which restroom I'm supposed to use.

One of these days someone is going to take a piss right in the hall way out of frustration. Call me stupid, I don't care. Going to the restroom should be simple. Stop with the cutesy pie shit. Please.