D life

Wanna make my shoulders hunch, my brow furrow, and my temperature rise? Here’s some of my particular or recurring sources of irritation.

Driving with your blinker on. Always brings on a growl. Especially here in LA, where the freeway has, like, 10 lanes. Do you want to move over? Ok, I am letting you go. I’m being a courteous driver, doing a nice thing out of the goodness of my heart (ha ha). Well, go already. There’s plenty of room. Go. Go. GO! What the fuck are you waiting for? Did you just forget to turn off your blinker from when you merged onto the freeway? Ass.

2 + people throwing up a wall on the sidewalk. Let me give you the scenario. I go for walks around the hood for exercise because it’s free, unlike a gym membership, and it’s outdoors. Sidewalks in LA aren’t extremely wide in most places, maybe more so on the busy, business clogged streets, but not in the apartment lined residential streets I tend to walk. I walk fast, alone, with my ipod set on peppy. Ahead, I will see two people, usually slightly round 50 year old women out for some exercise, though truthfully, they are merely strolling along. They see me coming from a freaking mile away. As we get close, ready to cross paths, I would expect one of them to move aside, drop behind or in front of the other. I guess I’m just courteous like that. But then, I realize that NO ONE IS MOVING. So I’ve quickly got to dart around them by stepping into someone’s lawn, or maybe even the street. WTF?! There are TWO of YOU and ONE of ME. Give me a break. Where’s your manners? Jeez.

Describing something as “hot”. Unless the temperature of the certain something is actually HOT, hot as an adjective for how one feels about a style has become overused, over-abused by some ancient creatures that I work with,  and is just…..gross.  Also misused? Oh, snap! [cringing just typing that] It was hilarious when Michael said it on The Office, it’s vomit inducing when your totally uncool supervisor says it, trying to sound cool.