Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Pet Peeves

I have some things to complain about. Once I say them and get them out there then we, collectively, can move on. We don't have to talk about it anymore and I will be able to let it go.

Screenshots on IG - It drives me absolutely crazy when I get on Instagram and see post after post of screen shotted album art with the hashtag #nowplaying. Great, I'm glad we like the same band - post that shit on Twitter! Also, speaking of Twitter - please do not screen shot your tweets and post them on IG. If I wanted to follow you on Twitter, I would. I'm following your Instagram because of the photos you take. So post so damn pictures!

Leveling up a Tsum - I am not that great at Tsum Tsum. A good score for me is 600,000. It takes me a while to save up the 30,000 coins needed for a premium box. It is infuriariting to feel all the joy of buying a new box and opening it only to find a duplicate of one you already have. Then it levels you up. I'm going to be honest, I have no fucking clue what that even means. All I know is I don't have a new Tsum. I want my coins back, please.

Pimples - I have been on a "fitness journey" of sorts lately. This has involved lots of walking, moving around, sweating. Recently I've discovered because of all this sweat I've been developing pimples. Now, I know a lot of people who struggle with break outs and it is a frustrating thing for all of us; however, this makes my list because the pimples I'm finding are NOT on my face. Last week I had one in my cleavage and the one before one one my inner thigh! Not only are these harder to get rid of because I can't do anything to stop the chub rub, but they also hurt!

Myself - On Sunday I went through my old blog and read a bunch of my posts from when I was 20-21 years old. Now, this doesn't seem like that long a go, but four years made a HUGE difference. I'm in a completely different place in my life. Now, I am stable, reliable, in a loving relationship with myself and my boyfriend, actually have self confidence and respect for myself. So, why would I be irritated at myself you ask? Well, I've found that I was a hell of a lot funnier back I was living with my parents and making horrible life choices. Do I have to be in pain to make jokes? Was that my defense to the harsh world? These questions just piss me off. Can't I have it all - love and humor?

Songs that aren't on Spotify - I get it, okay? You're not making enough money and you deserve money. 100% sincerity, but you're making it really difficult for me to make the perfect playlists. How can I make a walk playlist that is everything I want it to be when I can't any songs from 1989 or FourFiveSeconds? Really though. I'm getting real sick of playing music videos on repeat.

Until Next Time,
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