Sunday, February 12, 2012

These are a few of my [least] favorite things:

Seriously my biggest fear since childhood. Disney/Pixar's A Bugs Life really made a lasting impression on me.

Belts that serve no purpose.
It's hilarious to me when girls wear pants and then a belt around their shirt. Like... isn't the belt supposed to be to hold up your pants? They are not to accentuate the waist that you have now ruined by making yourself look terribly proportioned. The "big belt around the ribs" phenomenon is just a way for flat-chested girls to add extra "umph" in supporting "the girls." And it's hideous. If you are wearing a dress, the useless belt is a little more acceptable, I guess. But if you're wearing pants? You idiot. Don't wear a belt on your shirt. Don't get me wrong, here. I love everyone. But... Sometimes I hate their fashion choices. Belts are for pants.

"Let's solve our dispute by seeing who can kill who first. It's the perfect plan."
Mastermind behind war? You're an idiot.

Hard butter.
It just tears the bread apart... Sometimes, it makes me so frustrated that I cry.

I suppose it's silly for me to say that I want to kill all of them...

Empty cereal boxes in the pantry.
The happiness I feel from seeing a box of Froot Loops on the shelf is so happy.
I get out a bowl. I get out the milk. I get out a spoon. I put on a smile because I think this is the beginning of the best day of my life. And, then, come to find out, what were all my efforts for? Disappointment and rejection, that's what. So then I have to settle for Raisin Bran, because that box is never empty. Dried grapes and tasteless flakes is way less satisfying than my beloved loops of sugar and Red 40.
If you eat the last bowlful, throw the box away. I don't deserve this kind of rejection.

Taylor Swift.
I have tried so hard to like her. Really. I have. But I just can't... She is terrible. The worst artist of all time. There's no way around it. *My apologies to any die-hard Taylor lovers. That's just my opinion. I respect those who enjoy her music, but it's not for me. Please take no offense. I'm sure she's a great human being...

Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick gross nasty sick sick sick.

See above explanation for "Beets."

Waiting for the toaster to pop up.
Seriously, the suspense eats me alive.

Vampire romances.
Novels. Television shows. Films. Any form of media pertaining to the subject. Terrible. All of it. I will never understand the phenomenon. *Again, my apologies to those in favor.

Paper cuts.
I just feel like they are so much more painful than they should be...

And, last but not least,
Losing a sneeze.
If this isn't the worst thing ever, I don't know what is.

On a brighter note, I've been Facebook free for 2 weeks now.
And in celebration, I went and bought myself a pork salad from Cafe Rio.
And life is superb.

Happy Valentine's Eve Eve!


  1. Congrats on being facebook free for two weeks.
    But anytime you feel the need to come back and fill my newsfeed with your statuses, I welcome you with open arms.

  2. oh, we've TALKED about the belt style. ugLAY. also, i miss you a lot. come back into my life! okay, twin?


you look really good today!