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Fucking goddamnit. What is it? What did I say? Was it because I made a "Your Mom" joke? Do you actually take those seriously? It was a completely random sentence construction. It didn\'t even make sense! 

Thank you for signing out after I asked if I pushed the envelope. That makes me feel great, and that will definitely help me figure out what not to say next time. Nothing aids my telepathic powers like guilty ambiguity.

GAH.

You are so perfect in every way and you still complain! You have everything!

I wish you would just open your eyes and realise that things could be much worse then they are. And when things do go bad for you it's because of your own fault! Stop fucking looking for sympathy when you bring these things upon yourself.

Stay away from my friends! Stop hanging out with them behind my back. I have trouble enough trying to fit in with them, I don't need you to just come along and then suddenly I am invisible to them. This may sound childish btu it really does hurt me and I wish you would just back off a little. My friends don't even invite me out anymore instead they insist on hanging out with you. You live fucking down the road, MY friends were in the area and instead they decide to go visit you and completely ignore my existence!!!

You don't know that I feel like this. I wish you did. I just want you to understand. You perfect ignorant bitch.

fucking jealousey.

This has bugged me since I was a kid.  Why do hot dogs come in a ten pack, while their buns come in an 8 pack?  I am sure every ordinary American has noticed this.  You go to the grocery store, and you grab your 10 hot dogs.  Then you walk over to the buns, and grab…one (8 buns) or two (16 buns) bags.  Huge dilemma.  Then at home, one of two disasters strikes.  One, you want a second hot dog and you feel lucky to find one, but there are no more buns.  Two, at the end of a barbeque, you want another hotdog, but you are left with 6 unused buns.  

Is there some kind of rhyme and reason to this?  Is there a conflict between butchers and bakers?  Has no one noticed?  Is this some kind of corporate decision where they can sell more dogs or buns, because this makes people waste food? 

Hot Dog and Bun Ratio needs some rebalancing!

We all know that the fashion is constantly changing and “created” by few people in the world.  Influential designers, models, or celebrities can all create “fashion” by simply introducing them to the world and claiming (“defining”) that is the new fashion. 

This is commonsense…I know…but there are certain things out there that just look like they are made into fashion as a “dare”, “just to prove a point”, or even a “mistake.”  Think these examples:

Dolce to Gabbana: “Dude, look at what I found in my parents’ garage.  My pants from when I was 7 years old.  I dare you if we put this in our next show, women all over the world will wear them even though they are too short and small.  Let’s call them ‘Capri’, so it sounds hip.”

What about Brad Pitt getting to a hotel before a black-tie dinner and saying: “Dang it.  I forgot to pack my socks.  I guess I will wear my suit without socks.  I am sure no one will notice.”

This is a fun exercise.  I am sure you can come up with something for those gigantic sunglasses, bell bottoms, shaving the head thing, low-cut jeans, those women’s dresses that look like maternity clothes (flare out under the breasts), pilot goggles, indoor sunglasses, “grills”, etc.

I have always wondered.  Why is it a big deal for the waiter to recite the specials from memory?  It is “the thing”, right?   It is a custom?  Is it expected of them to?

Are waiters in general expected to do that?  (I don't expect them to.) Are the restaurants requiring them to do that?  (I'm thinking yes.)  Am I supposed to be impressed with that?  (If so, I want to be impressed by good service and good meal.)  I just don’t get “why” they do that, because…well, I just don’t see why it’s a big deal.

I think I’d rather skip the uncomfortable silences when the wait staff messes up or forgets the specials.  I’d rather have the special read to me in the correct manner.  I am allergic to some stuff, and I’d rather know with accuracy what the specials are.

Don’t let me get started on memorizing the order they take…

PS. One time, this waitress read this very long specials list from memory, in perfect manner, and in one breath, and we all cheered and clapped.  That was impressive and fun, but I am still not sure if this is expected of the waiters.  Anyone know?

I guess I just don't get it.  I get the whole idea of going out after a day of skiing and getting plastered, dancing, or whatever else you want to do.  But why on earth do we have to use the french language to express this?  Is English not descriptive enough?  "After Skiing" or "Post Ski" doesn't do the job?

Or were the French the first to think of going out after a hard day of skiing?  Were English-speaking peoples sitting around post-ski playing solitaire when some guy named Jaques came in one day and showed them how to party?  ("Gee, why didn't we think of this?")

I know it's a stupid thing to be ranting about, but it irks me because it sounds so damned pretentious when people say it.  Get real, people!

Isn't "Boneless Ribs" kind of an oxymoron?  I thought the rib was the bone.

More importantly, what's the fun of eating ribs without bones in them?  The most satisfying thing about eating ribs is the pile of picked-clean bones on your plate at the end