I hate my landlady's dogs.

One is stinky. Pat his head and he'll dump a gallon of spit on your foot. The other is annoying. He'll keep nudging you and trying to bite at your ankles until you yell at him.

Picture this. You're walking to your room, minding your own business. The dogs are sitting right in front of the door, eyeing you. You try to edge sideways past them, trying to avoid a confrontation. But, no. They'll leap up and bark at the <i> exact <i> moment you turn your back to them and scare the shit out of you.

This happens to me at least 5 times a day.

Happy New Year! xD

This NYE was spent on a beanbag placed at strategic distances from the television and the heater. Pizza and Coke was had. Celebrities were made fun of. It’s almost something of a family tradition, now.

So, it’s the start of a new decade. Honestly, I don’t think much is going to change. Politicians will still be corrupt, movies will still fail at the BO, people will still be disappointing. But, I’m willing to pretend. Hope springs eternal and all that jazz.

Here’s to 2011 being awesome!

You know what I hate?

 

Waiting.

I’ve come to realize that I have zero patience. I hate not having what I want when I want it. I plan for the future, yes. But, if I had it my way, I wouldn’t have to because the future would mean right now.

I hate call-waiting with a passion. If I want to talk to someone, I should be put through to them when I call them – after half a ring. The ‘put on hold’ option shouldn’t even exist when someone’s talking to me on the phone. Don’t even talk to me about people not calling back when it’s their turn to.

You know how when you’re almost-best friends with someone you take turns to call each other? Like if they call you once, you call them the next time and vice versa? I hate when people don’t do that. Because I always end up calling/texting even though I did so the last, say, three times and that upsets the whole power-balance in the relationship.

Yes, I think about power-balances even though I’m only eighteen. Yet another back-handed advantage of being a Capricorn.

JATTITUDE!

You know you're a crybaby when...

Katy Perry's Firework gets you teary-eyed.

Baby Cologne? Really?

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