Another one of these
What do you find annoying, irritating or unbearable in these categories?
There’s really nothing on this earth that I currently find ‘unbearable’ and it’s senseless to dwell on the negative, but I decided to fill out this little survey anyway. Because I got tagged, and I felt obligated. How annoying! haha
Candy – those stupid little necklaces and bracelets made with hard candy. Candy should not be worn.
Song- just about anything by Shania Twain.
Bad Habit- Humming something out of tune and unrecognizable. It makes me crazy. STOP IT!!
School subject- I did not like French class because our teacher was a dweeb. I loved taking Latin. Which probably makes ME a dweeb.
Personality Trait- Having no consideration for anyone but me me ME. Combined with whining about how horrible everything is.
Colour- Lime green, lettuce green, apple green, swamp green….Hunter green is almost bearable.
Season- WINTER
Animal- rodents. Except squirrels are okay.
Celebrity- It’s not her fault, but Jennifer Aniston. I am so completely sick of seeing her face. Angelina is a very close second. Brad Pitt comes in third.
Food- cucumbers. Unless they’ve made it all the way to pickle-hood.
Tone of voice- high pitched little girl voices, unless they’re done by actual little girls.
Style of music- rap, followed closely by country
Vehicle- great big trucks with great big wheels driven by great big idiots with great big egos
Sound- an entire cell phone conversation performed by a loud stranger in a public place
Event- Boxing Day Sales.
Anything else? Shania Twain wearing a candy bracelet and driving a semi. I would hate that.
About
(Umbrella - by Existrance/deviant art)
This is where I come to talk to myself by dredging up an old photograph or a memory and beating it to death with my keyboard. One day all this blather will be treasured by my progeny. Deluded as that notion might be, it’s what keeps me here. Just to clarify things a little, no part of my past or present life was ever spent actually living on a sidewalk. Life in the fast lane would have been a big fat lie; life on a skinny railing high above the railroad tracks with an umbrella at dawn – damn. Didn’t think of that one fast enough. But it’s sometimes how life feels. Precariously tense, but insanely fun.
