Crazeballs

That's my current favourite word. I feel like it accurately portrays the alarmingly high level of sophistication I possess. Crazeballs. Except if it's paired with "totes", not even I can handle that.


Today, I'm going to list a few things I hate. It's only a few things, really.


*insert sweet, misleading smile here*

• When people make excessively huge deals about their birthdays. Calm your ducking tips. (censored, obviously.) I feel very nice for saying WHEN people do that, and not saying that I hate the people themselves.

• The number 5. Looks like a knocked-up ho. And no numbers should come after 4, as it is perfect in every way.

• Seafood. It all tastes like rubber, as does halloum. Yeah, I also hate cheese.

• Self-proclaimed "Grammar Nazis" with poor grammar. Yes, this time I'm actually hating on the people. Claiming that you're a grammar nazi doesn't magically elevate your level of intelligence, or whatever it is you're going for.. it just makes you look like twice the douchebag when you fuck something up.

• When people leave spaces before question/exclamation marks. Are you questioning the space? Is there something particularly exciting about the space? EXPLAIN THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THE SPACE, PLEASE.

• The colour yellow. I always associate it with sick people, and it makes me sad.

• Excessively cheerful people before noon. No, just no. Which brings me to my next thing, the sun. I heartily dislike the sun.

• "Group projects". Yeah, me. All me, and I have to share the satisfaction of presenting an excellent project with bimbos who can't even spell my last name. Which is written on the cover page of everything *I* hand in on behalf of the "group". Yeah.

• Sundays. Self-explanatory.

Ha. Told you it'd only be a few things. Trust me, I have WAY more.

P.S. The electricity just went out in the entire house for no apparent reason, fun stuff.

- Lilo.