Some people have the misfortune of being allergic to pets. I would consider myself a dog person, although I have a tremendous allergy to them. Even the hypo-allergenic dogs, cause major discomfort in my sinuses, producing red teary eyes and a stuffy nose. This may be good fortune for me, as I will never be the owner of anything as faggy as a labra-doodle.
Another pet I am intolerant to are pet-peeves. I have many of them, but the ones that seem to plague me the most, are the two which, on paper, seem the most trivial of the lot. The first is watching a favourite television program, then having to sit through three, four, five and in some instances, I've noticed, six minutes of commercials. The commercials themselves, aren't the pet peeves. Everyone needs to sell shit. I understand that. If I owned anything of value that needed to be sold to the masses, I'd advertise too, but what irks the shit outta me, is after sitting through the mind-numbing commercials, realizing that the program in which I'm currently watching, is f*cking recorded. F*ck!
The other one, which sparked my creative flame, is inserting the DVD or Bluray into the machine, moving back to my viewing spot and wiggling my sexy ass into my chair, seating myself absolutely perfect then reaching for the remote which is missing from it's spot. Desperately, I look around, searching for it, trying not to move out of fear of losing my absolute comfort level. That's when I finally look up and see it across the room, sitting prominently next to the player. F*ckitty-f*ck.
I'm sure there are more peeves that piss me off and I will likely offer those up to you in the future. For now, I have to leave. The main menu music has been echoing through my house for the last fifteen minutes or so, while I've been tapping away at this blog. It's a catchy tune, but it's beginning to drive me a little crazy. I hate it when I get a tune stuck in my head. I guess that'd be a pet-peeve of mine.
Another pet I am intolerant to are pet-peeves. I have many of them, but the ones that seem to plague me the most, are the two which, on paper, seem the most trivial of the lot. The first is watching a favourite television program, then having to sit through three, four, five and in some instances, I've noticed, six minutes of commercials. The commercials themselves, aren't the pet peeves. Everyone needs to sell shit. I understand that. If I owned anything of value that needed to be sold to the masses, I'd advertise too, but what irks the shit outta me, is after sitting through the mind-numbing commercials, realizing that the program in which I'm currently watching, is f*cking recorded. F*ck!
The other one, which sparked my creative flame, is inserting the DVD or Bluray into the machine, moving back to my viewing spot and wiggling my sexy ass into my chair, seating myself absolutely perfect then reaching for the remote which is missing from it's spot. Desperately, I look around, searching for it, trying not to move out of fear of losing my absolute comfort level. That's when I finally look up and see it across the room, sitting prominently next to the player. F*ckitty-f*ck.
I'm sure there are more peeves that piss me off and I will likely offer those up to you in the future. For now, I have to leave. The main menu music has been echoing through my house for the last fifteen minutes or so, while I've been tapping away at this blog. It's a catchy tune, but it's beginning to drive me a little crazy. I hate it when I get a tune stuck in my head. I guess that'd be a pet-peeve of mine.
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