Things that make me want to poke my eyes out, pour lemon juice on an open wound and eat two vomit burritos (in no particular order):
Trying to figure out anything that has to do with my car.
People who don't like cake.
Waking up SUPER early for anything.
Entrees made completely of vegetables.
Any movies that are mythical, majestic, or middle-earth type movies (also the movie Clifford) - except for Labrynth and the Never Ending Story, both of which rock.
Indecisiveness (which is not to be confused with easy-going). People that take FOREVER to make up their minds about stuff (which, of course, are the same people that NEVER want to go with the flow).
Trying to figure out anything that has to do with technology.
Talking on the phone.
Well, this week, two of those pet peeves have become my new reality! My phone totally sucks right now. Well, truth be told, it's sucked for about 2 months (ever since I dropped it off in Micah's office because he said it needed to be updated). Until this week, it's big defect was that it turned off before I could use it... EVERYTIME I wanted to use it.... which made me want to cuss A LOT.
Clearly, I should have taken my phone in to the phone gods a while ago. But, let's just add the phone gods to the list of things that make me want to sleep with spiders. It takes so bloody long to get anything done when I go to the phone store. I'd rather have a voluntary colonoscopy, I swear it would take less time and be far less painful. So, I just dealt with my phone turning of 28,000x a day, as it seemed far less painful than the alternative.
But, as of this week, the added defect is that my text message system will only reply with one word answers. And, in case any of you have NOT met me, this would be the complete opposite of how I normally respond.
To put it mildly, I totally have phone anxiety at the moment. And, I have never talked on the phone more in my life! Everytime I get a text, I wonder if there is any one word answer that will cover all the questions/comments sent to me. I swear, everytime I hear that little ping I feel closer and closer to having a mild stroke.
I guess I will be spending my weekend with the phone gods...
There goes all my high scores on Jewels (AGAIN) and my nephew's highest level on Blast Monkeys (sorry, buddy).
Plus, all my most recent conversations have gone something like this:
"Hey. What's going on? How was your day? Are we still going to dinner tonight? When? Where?"
"Yes, that's it? I asked you like 5 questions."
I officially am now both the emotion AND verbal equivalent to a dude - Low point.