Je deteste

1. when older men wear shorts, sneakers and navy-blue socks pulled half-way up their calves.

2. when people write lol, lma, omg, btw, c u l8er, and all other ghastly non-dictionary approved abbreviations. 'Etc.' is still allowable provided it is spelled etc. and not ect.

3. when I'm chewing gum and accidentally bite my tongue. (This happens remarkably often.)

4. when I sign release forms for people and they use them for the agreed upon purpose which I haven't read. (I didn't know you were going to put my pictures up on the internet, Lonely Photographer, and I am shocked and appalled -- unless you win the photo contest, in which case I'll forgive you after you give me your winnings.)

5. when I make a new blog friend and he disappears after making me like him. (That's you, carino parasite.)

6. when I convince myself that the last gorgeous pair of on-sale shoes fits even though they're a full size too small and I can only wear them while sitting.

7. when people in movies always fall in love/ get married/ run off into the sunset together. Once in a while, one of the main characters should die, like in Titanic. I really wish this would've happened in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. Matthew Hay would have been so much more likeable if he had been tragically wounded in a motorcycle crash while driving across that crowded bridge.

Then the movie wouldn't be so 'they meet, they're attracted to each other, oh wait, his ex-girlfriend likes him too/ her parents don't like him/ one or both is caught lying, the guy dances around and makes a fool of himself, the girl cries, they realize they're madly in love and kiss while convieniently on a yacht in the twilight drinking champagne.'

8. learning to drive standard and stalling in front of police cars, guys in nice trucks, frustrated old men in parking lots, kids younger than me driving their own cars while laughing, etc.

9. sweaty feet.