The thing I love about this time of year, well one of the things, is the fresh fruit. Ah...watermelon, cherries, oranges, kiwi, pineapple....love it. Beyond that tiny little pleasure-I have an issue. I have entirely too many pet peeves. At what point does the amount of things that drives you insane make you a certifiable bitch? I'm there. I know it. I can't help it. There are just SO many things.
Rambling talking just to talk, not saying anything. Like nails on a chalk board. Calling me to give me constant status updates-I don't care, I'm not your mother. Bloggers who keep on whining when someone doesn't like them or what they write-it's life, get over it and stop posting blogs tattling on everyone just to make yourself feel better. Just too much stupid crap. Dumb, dumb, dumb and I am dumber for having bitched about it.
So I get home and find that Chaos (my snake) has somehow wedged himself into a tiny hole in his driftwood and now he can't get out. I can't pull the damn thing apart-it's too thick. Poor guys back is all torn to shreds and I just want him out, but I can't get it. Son of a BITCH. Who wants to come help the BITCH get her snake unstuck?
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