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Don’t Lecture Me
I try to love my brother. However, he is a bit of a idiot sometimes. In particular when he talks down to me. I don’t recall signing up for your TED talk, dude, so why are you giving me the video lecture?
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The Plague of Stupid Continues…
When I think of all the wasted effort I made in carefully selecting a seat in lab away from the international house of banana-heads that comprised my previous table in lecture, it makes me want to shake my fists in fury toward the sky and scream like Spock in Star Trek: Into Darkness: KHAN!!!
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Miss Me, Miss Me Good
It is 2014, the dawn of a new year and everything is going great until I get a text out of the blue that disrupts my calm… it’s a text message from mr horrible. What does he have to say to me? Something stupid about how he misses me and he wonders if I miss him. Dude, no.
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Eeyore Quit Calling Me…
There is nothing less worthy of dedicating my morning commute to than bitching about first world problems. I must have the face of a therapist because I seem to attract people with problems. Which isn’t usually an issue until I get the happy sucked out of my morning commute by an Eeyore who calls me just to complain incessantly about some garbage that really isn’t that much of an issue.
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Studies Show Textbook Douchebaggery Causes Irritation…
It is amazing how quickly I can go from zero to full on rage… it doesn’t happen often. But when it does, it’s caused by mr horrible… (Sounds like a Dos Equis commercial. If only I were the most interesting wo-man in the world. Stay bloodthirsty my friends…)
