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You Talk Too Much…
Some people just don’t know when to shut the hell up. It amazes me how some individuals, namely my brother, can talk ad nauseam about ANYTHING–regardless of their listeners’ interest level–I’m guessing because he likes to hear the sound of his own voice.
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10 Reasons I Hate Watching Movies With My Mother
Ten cardinal rules of movie watching. La Llorona and my brother break all of them. Every. Single. Time. Consider this a formal documentation of the damage.
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Enjoy the Silence
Some people do not know how to enjoy companionable silence, and therefore feel that every moment be filled with noise, or in this case, talking. I never appreciated the relative silence of my commute until today.
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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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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.
