[I like to think of myself as a pretty easy going gal, and try not to sweat the small stuff. But sometimes (ok, maybe slightly more often) the general cluelessness, carelessness and overall stupididty of some things and or/people really gets to me. I find that venting is the most efficient way to rid myself of the stress that idiots, wrong meal orders, lack of cell phone ettiquette and cheese flavored products (that don’t even contain any freaking cheese!) induce.
So, in an attempt to avoid an ulcer or an unfortuante road rage incident, I vent to you, dear reader. Please feel free to join in and comment about anything–really, anything–that pissed. you. off. this week. Let it all hang out. I feel you.]
Unenthusiastic recipients: We’ve all been there: you spend hours– quite possibly even days–searching for the perfect gift for a special someone. You lovingly wrap it in unique and pretty paper before signing your name on the gift tag, anticipating that perfect moment when their face lights up with joy and gratitude, as they are thoroughly impressed by your gift buying skills. So imagine my frustration after saving my hard earned (and hard-not-to-spend-at-happy-hour) wages to buy my baby bro an iPod, only to watch him open it Christmas morning and proclaim “Cool. Thanks.” Ok now, I understand the whole males not expressing as much emotion concept; I understand that he’s a 16-year-old and slightly pissed off is his default setting, but come on, man! I think I deserved at least a Thank You hug.
Sh**y presents: Not to be hypocritical or anything, but sometimes I find myself acting the part of the aforementioned ungrateful. But come on, Grandma, I give you a fully organized, bulleted list of my Christmas wishes every year, complete with store locations and prices. Still, you somehow find a way to sneak presents that I’m 90% sure you bought in 1968 under the tree. Mom and Dad finally got it right: when in doubt, get a gift card.
Fickle Stars: Pete Wentz posted an indignant rant on his blog about how the tabloids totally wanted pics of his new baby, but he just wasn’t ready to sell them as he thought it exploited his kid (understandable.) Of course, Perez interpreted this as a sign of disinterest on the weeklies’ parts and a sign of major denial on Pete and Ashlee Simpson’s part (and I can’t help but find myself persuaded after the itsy bitsy birth announcements that US and People published.) Now Pete has decided, after all, to post pictures of baby Bronx as a holiday present. While I’m speechless with gratitude for the gift he has bestowed me with, I find myself wondering what made him change his mind. At least the kid is adorable.
Inconsistent New year’s Plans: Speaking of indecisiveness, I think I may kill one or more of my friends if they change their minds on how to ring in 2009 one more time. Since we arrived home for winter break, all the planning has turned to that most sacred night of wastedness—and now that it’s less than a week away, the pressure is on. So how in the hell did I become in charge of booking a hotel room near the clubs, finding appropriate transportation to and from said hotel room, collecting enough money for the appropriate pregame supplies and oh, don’t forget the Jello shots (as in: “we’ll prob need around 60 Jello shots because I’m bringing my cousin now and her boyfriend and his two friends!) I love you bitches but I’m a hearbeat away from saving all that money I would have spent on Andre and putting it towards one bottle of the good stuff—to be enjoyed ALONE.
Ok dear readers, what pissed you off during this week of merriment and joy?