Random Annoyances

Random Annoyances of the day and

Reminiscing on Halloweens Past:

I just remembered this and wanted to blog about it earlier in the week but it somehow slipped my mind............. Have you guys ever seen a dog in an airport? Nor have I. However, last week on the way home from D.C. I was in Atlanta, had just made it to my gate with a bag of chocolate and I notice a small object on the ground moving. Apparently the people next to me brought two dogs?


They had “clothes” on that said SERVICE DOG. What does that mean? Your dog isn’t providing me with any kind of service—it’s just grossing me out. Not everyone adores dogs. My friends ANYONE who’s ever met me and stayed around for more than 5 minutes knows I dislike dogs animals A LOT. All shapes,sizes,colors,breeds, whatever, I don’t like them. Why do you have it in public? Be glad I wasn’t sitting in first class with your service dog because I would’ve thrown a fit, pretended I had an allergy and made you and your pooch get off.

 Who likes to be hit on at the gas station? Yeah me either…………as if being a lady and having to pump gas isn’t bad enough, you then have some overweight, plaid wearing, bearded male species gawking and trying to make conversation. Listen buddy, if I wanted to marry your type I’d have married someone I went to high school with……and if I thought you were attractive and/or wanted to talk to you I would’ve made up some lame pick up line and started chatting with you. Did I do that? Did I speak to you first? No, no I did not. I’m wearing my cute black slacks and a button up cardigan----on my way to my office job. I DO NOT want to be out here pumping gas at 7:30 AM nor do I want my hands getting all germy on this gas handle and I certainly don’t want you talking to me. I wish my Dad was here because he'd put you right back in your nasty place---but he isn't, so I'll do it myself
—HERE’S AN IDEA:

On to lighter subjects ………….


I, up until a couple days ago had decided I was going to Oxford to hang out with my girlfriends for the weekend. BUT, instead I’ve decided to be lame and stay on the Coast. I’m thrilled about staying home- being lame. I can’t wait to sleep in, catch up on laundry, clean my condo, go to brunch, not have to pack and/or unpack and not go through airport security. So….to start off my incredibly lazy weekend tonight I’m skipping the gym and we’re going to see Paranormal Activity 2! Now….I LOVE to get all excited about something scary and then when I actually get there….have a meltdown. Countless times I have gone to fraternity haunted houses—thinking it would be funny and ended up trampling one of my sweet girlfriends, punching someone in the eye or busting someone’s lip. Like I seriously freak out.
I decided yesterday I would watch the trailer from my cubicle, just to make sure this was something we would want to go see. I was being quiet about it….until something flew at the screen. Insert cuss word.

I screamed like someone was attacking me, everyone in the office freaked out, and then got mad when they realized what I was screaming about…..sorry guys.


Anyway, I’ve already made arrangements to stay at my friends parents house—should we be too scared to stay at either of our own places after the movie. I’m also not wearing heels in case I kick the person sitting in front of me in the back of the head.


……I’m getting worked up just thinking about how scary and awful it’s going to be. I know, I’ll cry…….like I know it. Judge if you want but that trailer was scary.