Shitlist
November 30, 2007 · Filed under: Thoughts. Personal.
I knew I said I was going to do this as my last entry, but I lied. Anyway. Every once in a while I update my mental Shitlist. I thought I’d share with you guys what’s been annoying the hell out of me these past few weeks both online and offline.
(Note: If I happen to mention something you love on here, please, keep it to yourself. I really don’t give a shit.)
November/December Shitlist
- Writer’s Strike - I get it, guys. Really, I do. But couldn’t this shit wait until the mid-season break started? You know, so you don’t INTERRUPT THE FLOW OF THINGS!? My god. I want my shows back, you dicks.
- Twitter - I’ll keep this one short and sweet: No. One. Gives. A. Fuck.
- Heat (or Global Warming?) - It’s November, almost December now, and the average for the week is 80 degrees fahrenheit. What the hell is going on? Anyone who doesn’t believe global warming is affecting our planet needs to work outside for an hour or two in this Florida weather. Then get back to me.
- Memes - Guys, just please. Moderation is a good thing.
- Banana flavored anything - I don’t know what prompted this one, but I can’t smell anything banana-flavored or I want to throw up.
- Rudy Giuliani news - I get the guy’s a scumbag. However, can we please stop talking about his scandal, how he’s losing rank, and how he’s not a serious factor in the race anymore? I swear, there’s five news stories a day on how he sucks. Talk instead about the good candidates and give them exposure, ffs.
- Zac Efron - The guy’s a fruitcake. That is all.
- SIMPLE DOES NOT EQUAL BARE. I don’t think this one will ever leave The List. People just don’t get it.
- Nablopomo - Thank GOD it’s almost over.
- Britney haters - I agree with your cause, but you guys are getting really old really fast.
- Gas prices - DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE.
- I Love New York 2
- A Shot At Love With Tila Tequila
- Parental Control
- Kaya
- I really could go on.
- The fact that I can’t be satisfied with a layout. I hate this slump. Oh yeah, new layout.
There’s more, but I’d rather spare you all.