Feminist chick was talking to another girl in our psych of the offender class, about things that have happened in our sexual behavior class. Can I just say that I can’t wait until I never see or hear this girl ever again.
We watched a montage of terrible American Idol auditions in class the other day. I usually mute the TV when those come on, but I couldn’t really do that this time. I mean, are these people serious? Do they seriously believe that they can sing remotely well enough to make it? I was forced to suffer through almost 5 minutes of it, not great.
If you keep slurping on your drink after the cup is clearly empty I automatically want to punch you in the face.
If there’s a class discussion going on and you raise your hand and start off with “this isn’t on topic, but…” Just stop; don’t bother.
Two days after I posted in the blog about getting comments about not being excited my boss asked me if I knew how to smile. I told him that I did, but I just choose not to.
If you’re going to make assumptions you better make sure you’re at least 95% sure that you’re right about it. Actually, let me change that. If you’re going to voice your assumptions, you had better be right; I make wrong assumptions all the time, but I don’t voice them (except to myself). I have a strong urge to throw down with people who come at me with attitude because they think they know something.
Speaking of assumptions, I’m assuming some little kid slammed open their parents car door and hit my door with it. I have three big ass white marks on my driver’s side door and it happened while I was coaching my youth soccer team, which leads me to assume that it was a child. Fucking kids…
Another gem from the feminist chick: “in women’s prison, the prisoners aren’t given tampons or pads; they have to buy them.” She is a wealth of feministic knowledge.
I was buying a package of scantrons and as I was going through my wallet the cashier asked, “will that be credit, debit, or cash?” I told her, “coins.”
My mother refers to herself as “Grammy” when talking to my siblings’ pets. The phrase I hear the most is “come to Grammy!” I can only imagine how excited she’s going to be when they have children.