Shit List For 2009

WARNING: Some words or viewpoints used in this blog may not be suitable for dim-witted souls.

Numero UNO: Everyone knows or is some how, some way associated to that one person who can't seem to find anything else better to do than constantly brag and flaunt everything they have or own. Am I right? And the most annoying thing about it all is how they try so hard to interpret that they're not actually trying to show off, but everyone who knows better knows that it was their exact intention to bolster in the first place. The funniest part about it all is the truth! Oh how I love the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth...and that is, get this: NOBODY ACTUALLY GIVES AN INFECTED, LOUSY PIECE OF SHIT. There once was a saying that went something like this; when your work speaks for itself, don't interrupt. Unless you are in every way flawless, keep your worthless bragging shit to yourself. It's such a nuisance even when it's accidental I run into that shit.

Numero DOS: CLINGY BFs and GFs. I'm no expert at relationships but actually giving your significant other the chance to miss you sometimes may help your relationship. Try it out.

Numero TRES: Pricks who don't think they're being racist when they actually are.

Numero QUATRO: We always, ALWAYS come across this type of girl who thinks it's cute or funny to act like a complete dipshity, incoherent, moronic, dumbass. It's not cool, and no one is impressed by your mentally challenged brain that controls the rest of of your handicapped body. Quit pretending to act like a ditz, everyone knows you're just constantly seeking for attention. I'd rather gouge my eyes out and drink horse piss than listen to your dull, short-coming stories of your life.

Numero CINCO: Were you aware that there are people who aren't satisfied with their lives, so instead they try to find ways to make someone else's life miserable? Seriously, learn how to play chess or something. It's not necessary to go through all that shit to figure out someone's cell number, address, or worst, their social security number..and then spend countless days cyber-stalking them. Get a fucken life, imbecile.