Things I Hate (Part ?)
Getting goosebumps right when you finish shaving. You’re going to either feel like you did a crappy job, or do it again and end up with terrible razor burn. Loser either way.
Getting goosebumps right when you finish shaving. You’re going to either feel like you did a crappy job, or do it again and end up with terrible razor burn. Loser either way.
When you’re enjoying a surprisingly awesome set of songs on shuffle - like really fantastic songs you’ve never paid attention to before - and it all goes to hell when Jose Feliciano’s “Feliz Navidad” starts playing. Sigh.
Dreams that are so mundane they seem super realistic, like the one I had last night, where I found the missing earring I’ve been looking for. So realistic, in fact, that when I woke up I was pissed it wasn’t true.
CAMEL CRICKETS.
I KNOW that they’re harmless and I KNOW that there’s nothing they can do to hurt me but that does NOT change the fact that they look like giant spiders and when you go to smoosh them they jump DIRECTLY AT YOUR FACE.
Every time dude. At the face. Every freaking time.
When a few of your eyelashes get caught in your eyelash curler. Seriously, there is nothing more painful and detrimental to eye makeup application than unexpectedly ripping out some eyelashes.
When it’s secretly declared national drive like an asshole day and I have the poor fortune of actually leaving for work on time that day, which means I have to deal with the assholes in all their morning rush hour glory.
Sigh. I forgot to mention that this morning.
The fact that I am incapable of taking a level picture. When I take a picture of outside scenery stuff, without fail the horizon will be at a slight angle. Am I crooked?
When you’re waiting for your hot chocolate to cool and you’re carefully sip-vacuuming the melty mini marshmallows off of the surface, and instead of just sucking in a little melty marshmallow, you accidentally get a marshmallow plus a mouthful of scalding hot liquid and burn the living crap out of your tongue.