One sign that I'm really, really depressed is that I started cursing the bungee cord after I jumped off the bridge Saturday. Maybe the reason I'm having trouble sleeping at night is because I sleep all day, too. Self medicating with copious amounts of caffeine isn't helping. Maybe a list of people who piss me off might be a cathartic outlet:
People that wear funny hats in public (only Indiana Jones looks good in a fedora - that's it), people that type the word "arse" instead of "ass," people that laugh at british humor while no one else in the room does, and people that refer to any drinking establishment as "my bar" when they don't really own it, but might know a bartender or go there every night, or once had a conversation with the actual owner, or just spend too much money there so they have a sense of entitlement. People who still argue the superiority of either Sammy Hagar or David Lee Roth rather than accepting the band as two entirely separate acts. People who order drinks consisting of more than three ingredients at a busy bar. People who order mojitos in a dive bar. Guys who brag about strippers giving them their real name. Stores that try to sell you a $5 extended service plan on a $10 part. Black comedians that dress as big, fat, black women for some sick reason (and they've all done it by now), People that put fake cell phone antennas and/or stick on accents to the side of their car.
Just die already.
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