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Things that baffle me, written in no particular order, that may get somewhat graphic as I am a very blunt person, that I have been recently observing, all based off my own personal preferences: *

-Men + pink, purple and various and sundry pastels. WHat!? These colors are (in my opinion) for Easter eggs and doll clothes. If I have to look at you for more than a first glace and wonder if you are wearing a costume or real clothes...well...your outfit choice for the day might be a tragic mistake. (all said in gentle love of course)

-Trollup shoes. Why do we women totter around in shoes that are constructed in a way that gives our approaching presence the appearance of godzilla on stilts?! Seriously? We are supposed to be full of grace while wearing a plethora of fur, feathers, sequins, flowers, and 5 inch heels!? Umm...save them for the knick knack shelf...if you must.

-500 additions to an order of "coffee"...if it takes you 5 minutes to spit out your particular order, maybe you should opt for good old fashioned glass of milk or something like that. Just sayin'

-Middle aged creepers who think that young chickadees such as myself...would WANT their creeping intentions. Umm...NO. I hate to break it to you C's...but you just look silly and annoy me to the highest degree. SO...bugger off.

-People of Walmart. Latest sighting...mom with her kid wearing jean shorts (jorts) short enough to expose her granny panties..WITHOUT bending over, mind you. Quite the feat, aye?

-Fat Free hot dogs. Dear Hebrew National: you officially just tainted your reputation for the most amazing hot dogs EVER when I took one bite, and one bite only of your 97% fat free "hot wanna be dogs"...keep em' in the packaging.

-People who write "friends" and "loved ones" messages passive aggressively on facebook. If you have beef with someone..umm...can't ya just tell them? personally ? cus...yeahhhhh....

-Chirping cross signals downtown Raleigh. What!? more birds? no. That just means you can cross the street. I want to bat the sound away like a pesky fly but alas...instead people just see some crazy girl swinging her hands at invisible birds. ("see dat girl?! She crazy!")

-Smart Cars...how much did you pay for the accident waiting to happen? Exactly. Not to mention the silly factor (as in you LOOK silly IN it).

-SPandex on large women. ANd spandex only. Umm...I have more to say on this, but I want to spare further mental images. *pokes eyes out*

-No deep dish pizza here!?

ALright...I have many more baffled musings (or I guess if I'm honest with myself...harsh judgements) but for now, time to call it quits....


*I do hope that I have not offended anyone. If so, I apologize most sincerely.

Comments

  1. joshua codispotiApril 22, 2010 at 1:40 PM

    may i add??....

    -- don't flatter yourself if you THINK you're a coffee drinker and it takes you that long to pimp your coffee. by the time you add all that crap, its not coffee anymore. take off your pink shirt and drink real coffee.

    -- chirping sounds are going to get raleigh sued. somebody is going to hear a real bird (since they hang out downtown too) and step into a moving mack truck. its tragic, really.

    -- pizza... Sicilian. thats all.

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  2. Dan the ManApril 23, 2010 at 6:03 AM

    I like deep dish too. Thin crust just doesn't really cut it for me.

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