I HATE it when Google innocently asks me: "Did you mean: Italian opera?"
*subtext, HA HA! You are in fact a complete "&&^%*% idiot!
Come back when you learn to spell! *
I rebuff thus: "Thank you for your concern. I can in fact, spell quite well. Correct me if I'm wrong (as if you need an invitation) but your particular search engine hasn't yet reached the stage where it can read my mind.
Now F*ck Off and find me some Italian Oprah like I asked! :steam:
Last edited by Salomé; 10-07-2008 at 07:34 AM.
Reason: spelling error - now THAT's ironic
Originally Posted by Ivy
Gosh, the world looks so small from up here on my high horse of menstruation.
I hate it when I'm thinking of an obscure song and it comes on the radio - causing me to spend the rest of the day dissecting its lyrics for personal messages whilst castigating myself for my inability to really believe in coincidence. I hate it even more when I'm thinking of another obscure song the very next day and it comes on the radio too.
I hate it when people wake me up. Especially after forcing me to go sleep, since it was for my own good.
"Aww, you looked so cute while sleeping. You were actually sleeping for once, where do I write that down? And I tried to wake you gently, tapping... And YOU kicked me!"
Yes, and I'll kick you again if you don't shut up. I sleep too. I would've punched you but I didn't reach. It's an involuntary movement actually which I'm not planning on fixing anytime soon. Use a freaking **** alarm clock or let me sleep.
And I hate it even more when they don't give me my space during the morning. Give me an hour to wake up before you start asking me about my scedule or opinions or trying to initiate a conversation.
I also hate it when people keep an eye on my eating and comment on it. The same thing about you're so skinny comments.
May you all burn in...