I'm feeling a trifle misanthropic today. Maybe it's the unresolved health issues I whined about yesterday, maybe it's the fact that I just spent twenty minutes scraping dog hair out of the carpet with my fingers so that I could vacuum. Maybe it's the fact that my computer's sound card seems to be fucked up and I can't write while playing some happy music to lift my spirits.
Whatever the reason, I decided that I'd keep it short and simple today and just do a list of things that suck.
The fact that Regina King only has 24 credits on her IMDB page.
The ease with which CD cases crack.
Women who apply a gallon and a half of perfume while sitting across from me on the subway.
Humidity, specifically New York City humidity, which comes with its very own oil slick.
Artichoke hearts.
When idiots start wars to "end terrorism" which do a lot to increase the amount of terrorism.
The fact that John Irving probably won't still be writing books forty years from now.
Michael Bay movies, even ones I haven't seen that star actors I like and are produced by Academy Award-winning big shots who apparently smoked crack one night and decided that they'd like to produce a Michael Bay movie.
Vomit.
The military industrial complex. (For Deni)
Necco wafers. Seriously, it's like eating fucking chalk.
Fake breasts.
Lazy bloggers who think that irascibility is just as entertaining as actual wit.
