-Women who pretend to not be fat online by taking a close cropped picture of themselves. We know you're fat. It ain't hard to figure out when you have no pictures of yourself below the chest and the arm holding the camera has more dimples than a golf ball.
-Mowing the lawn. Jesus. It just keeps...coming...back. It's enough to drive you crazy. This mostly goes back to my father forcing my brother and me to mow a 1.5 acre yard with just a push mower when we were nine years old. It got even worse when the self-propulsion feature stopped working. You know what? I seriously think I need to go punch my dad right now.
-That asshole that mows the lawn at 7 A.M. and wakes you up. You know who you are...Watch your back.
-Traffic. Where the hell are our flying cars? The other day it took me 40 more minutes to get to school than normal because ONE car wrecked and all the assholes were slowing down to look at it. I'm suing Michael J. Fox if we don't have them soon.
-Math. Fuck. Math. God... I've never worked at something for 40 minutes before and came up with nothing. Math is like some demonic sudoku puzzle that changes rules every time you do a new one. I don't sit down to write an English paper only to discover that I have to break the fucking Divinci Code just to figure out how to complete it. Rationalize the Denomiator, my ass. What the fuck do I need to know how to do that for? Dammit.
-People that are good at Math. Fuck you. Seriously. I hate you. (P.S. can you help me with my Pre-Cal? Call me.)
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