I’m about to enter a test marketing session. It’s about tequila. Instead of lunch, I’ll talk about my least favorite booze.
Speaking of least favorites, my router is “broken” again. I am sick of my ISP given me the run around about tech support. In the best two weeks i’ve had one guy who was polite and knowledgeable.
Inspired by my two least favorite things, I’d like to open the floor for discussion on the least favorite things (and a good ISP). Inform me!
–People who don’t understand the concept of letting passengers off the train before getting on themselves.
–The Charlie Card machines that insist my debit card and a credit card are unreadable, which they most certainly are not.
–Monkeys. I don’t know why. I’m just not a fan.
–SPARKLY FUCKING VAMPIRES.
-Eating and cooking artifacts who won’t wash themselves.
-Cats who shit and piss thrice their bodies’ volume on a daily basis.
-Jaegermeister. Now that is some horrendous, foul liquid that people have been fooled into thinking is for drinking for far too long.
-Our stupid planet that thought it was a good idea to take only (not even) twenty-four hours to rotate around its stupid axis.
-Lack of snow. This is probably the most grievous offense right now.
-Rum. Any varieties. Can’t stand the stuff.
-I’m trying to think of other products that I’m not a fan of – and can’t think of any. Boots? I’m a fan. Turkey? Even after a few days, still a fan.
– Complications from being fat.
I’ve always wanted to try Scotch. I used to be a cocktail waitress and Scotch drinkers were the best customers – courteous and big tippers. So last week I tried a sip of Scotch and I can’t get the taste out of my nose.
Scotch has become my Least Favorite Thing, other than the yucky stuff I swept out from under my fridge the other day when the Super came to fix the freezer.
Nice blog, by the way.
I found something!
-people negative on talk therapy and healing from trauma
-people downplaying the need for anti-depressants
– both types of people who suggest that talk therapy and medication are just “the easy way out” or that people can pull themselves up by their bootstraps.
whew. I feel better.
– Angry Drivers
– Dry Skin
(but obviosuly not rhyme schemes)