things that make me insane, part 1

things that make me insane, part 1.

-popup windows that not only advertise things i don't want (no, the amazing x-cam is not for me. no, orbitz, i don't have any money to throw at a vacation. bugger off), but slow down my whole bloody system enough that loading my damn diary takes ten minutes.

-people who let their children run amok on the subway. or in general. but especially on the subway, because i can't run away.

-the total lack of creativity on the part of my company's executive board.

-people who, when i answer the phone, counter my "hello" with "WHO'S THIS?!"

-men who whistle, catcall, hiss, make lewd comments, stare at my tits or otherwise harass me as i walk through my neighborhood.

-the MTA in general.

-goddamn mister softee. 'nuff said about that.

oh, but we do get a special bonus section here: things that most certainly do not make me insane, but make me feel a little better about things:

-people who call me in the middle of the day to give a phone hug. people can do that whenever they want to.

and with that, i'm off to eat mac and cheese and then do several mountains of laundry. myself. i've learned from you, biscuit. and i fear for my underwear.