"Who is this doing this synthetic type of Alpha Beta psychedelic funkin'?"
(Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Don't want to be a richer man
(Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me But I can't trace time... RIP: DAVID BOWIE
People that are "directionally challenged". I realize that not everyone got to drive around all of southern california with their salesman dad every summer (that's me!) and don't know the freeway system, but seriously, some people can't get anywhere else than to and from work without getting lost. UGH!
That would be me. Sorry to peeve you, Jorge.
Reason I posted was that last night I gave several co-workers FREE tickets to see a spanish rock show at the Nokia theatre (lots of espanol speakers here). 3 of them get there no problem. Last one gets there at 9:30 (show started at 8) because they couldn't figure out how to get from Covina to LA Live driving down the 10 freeway. They realized they were going the wrong way when they saw signs for Universal Studios, WTF! I was into my 3rd half-yard at the YardHouse when they finally got there and missed most of the main act (although, I only like a few songs which they did at the end so ended up working out).
Oh, and Nokia Theatre workers are kind of mean, wouldn't let me leave the tix in their name either. Guess I could've gone in and come back out, but reception is shitty in there for me. Oh well, off my chest.
People who can't make a plan... i.e.
So where would you like to have dinner tonight?
I don't know what do you want?
how about pizza?
No, I don't feel like pizza...
how about sushi?
No I don't really feel like sushi either.
FUCK!!! I just want someone else to make a damn plan once in awhile.
Fruit pits. I want to enjoy the meat of the fruit without having to work out the removal of the pit.
2 oz blended whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1/2 tsp powdered sugar
1/2 slice lemon
Shake blended whiskey, juice of lemon, and powdered sugar with ice and strain into a whiskey sour glass. Decorate with the half-slice of lemon, top with the cherry, and serve.
I like following the dot. I'm a stupid girl when driving...but I'm a stupid girl with a dot to follow.
I need to get a car phone battery charger first. I tried using a sprint navigation thing on my way to LA a month ago and it really killed my phone battery. The system itself worked OK. Damn sprint navigator did NOT help me find the Axis/Radius club in Scottsdale a week ago when I was wandering around on foot. Ugh, I'm such a tard. Once I determined to follow the douchebags, I found the club.
I am directionally challenged as well. It is not usually an issue here in Phoenix because everything is on a grid, till I get downtown and park in a parking garage, then I have to drive around the block a few times to get my bearings.
I'm sure you were bringing that Scottsdale traffic to a standstill, zZzIzZz.
A pet peeve of mine is when people dont use the center (turning) lane to fucking turn. Get in that lane and THEN slow down, dont creep to a hault and turn through it. Fucking morons
Headliner v Subhead v Third line arguments and Sahara v tent arguments. Maddening.
Another pet peeve that's pretty universal but I have a low tolerance for: Noisy eaters. Compose yourself, it's not tough.
It drives me crazy when you make a minor descriptive error or exaggerate comedically for effect or something - something of absolutely no consequence to the thrust of the conversation - and the other person makes a big deal about not knowing what you mean. Like they want you to learn something, from having to explain it down to the last fucking detail.
You clearly know what I mean, fuckhead. It's obvious from the context and I couldn't possibly mean anything else. Stop wasting your fucking life, or at least, get out of mine. I despise you for it.
Last edited by MissingPerson; 10-30-2009 at 05:27 PM.
Cameron Diaz's Irish accent in "Gangs of New York."
Cameron Diaz's "acting."
I think that's the only movie I've seen with her in it. Oh, and "There's something About Mary."
Oh, the Angels... rrriiiiggghhttttt.
I've seen a lot of stupid movies, but I haven't seen Charlie's Angels. Zero appeal.
Jesus Motherfuck, I really had forgotten how bad Justin Theroux's accent is. What the Motherfuck. Those aren't even words.
He was in American Psycho though. That cancels it out.