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"Disobedience, in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience and rebellion that progress has been made." Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), The Soul of Man Under Socialism
"You're either on the bus or off the bus." Ken Kesey
"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." Hunter S. Thompson
Post by sparklybecca on Apr 29, 2007 18:41:16 GMT -5
^lol.
I hate it when my d-bag downstairs neighbors who have a back porch (i live in a apartment building) rudely leave a barking dog outside for all to hear. If it goes on any longer I'm gonna have to complain :/ poor puppy and POOR ME
I hate the dmv soo much. Period. I hate it when people don't kick they feet off before getting in my chevy! My Chevy forever clean, Chevy forever Clean!
Post by Jazzmaster on Apr 29, 2007 21:31:43 GMT -5
Yes, it is painful. He is disillusioned and beyond my musical help. He won't even admit that Nickelback is generic...lol. I have tried to convert him to Bob Marleyism several times, but to no avail. I know we all have different tastes in music, but he has the music library that a 16 year old girl should have. Avril Lavigne, Nickelback, Daughtry, etc. Its really frustrating sharing a room with someone for a long time when they have a completely different musical taste. Ahhhhh, felt good to get that rant out
edit: I think Saliva is a bit too hard rock for him. I don't think he has anything by them.
Post by sparklybecca on Apr 30, 2007 16:41:46 GMT -5
I hate it when I'm unpacking new dishes/glasses and there are these lil price stickers on EVERY SINGLE ONE and they won't come off no matter what I do..
I hate it when my boyfriend's mother questions everything we do.
I hate it when my boyfriend's dad talks too low (he's a low talker) and I have to pretend I can hear him...then his mother chimes in with her annoyingly shrieky voice and then I really can't hear him.
I hate it when I wake-up and there's 10 minutes before my alarm clock goes off. WTF!??!
One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. So hit me with music. Hit me with music, now, yeah. Hit me with music. Brutalize me with music.