I am a big potty mouth.. really bad habit of mine, I don't do it to be rude though... biting the inside of my cheeks, I really don't know why I do that.
Today I poured out an entire box of Raisin Bran Crunch in a mixing bowl and picked out every single honey nut oat cluster and ate them. Then I put all of it back inside the bag and pretended that nothing happened.
LOL. It's the cutest thing I've ever read recently.
QUOTE (HelloLover86 @ May 29 2006, 03:46 PM)
One of biggest pet peeves is when people use incorrect grammar or misspell really simple words.
Ouch! Ladies, can you please overlook my bad grammar? Or you guys can be my teachers, I'm a Japanese who is learning English, you know .
I have no idea if I ever understand the meaning of pet peeves, but there you go. My father and my brother squeeze a tube of toothpaste in the middle, they get me angry. When I see a guy sit his legs wide open and stretch them out on a train, I want to kick him in the crotch. My bad habit is talking to myself everywhere. I just can't stop it because I have a close friend called NAY in my head.
I am a big potty mouth.. really bad habit of mine, I don't do it to be rude though...
Oh, me too! I swear far too much and ...it's bad. I should stop but I just can't help myself. I've integrated it into my daily speech too much now, there's no going back.
I know what you mean... I don't think it'll ever ever go. My dad hates it though hahaha, so that's just too funny.
Also a bad habit, I burp infront of people too much lmao, well only infront of people I know it's just so relaxing though hahaha.. when you have to, you have to
OK my bad habit is over-eating. Thankfully my metabolism is coping with it, but I reeeeeally need to grow out of it before I turn into a right bloater haha.
I also really don't like it when people use grammar incorrectly, and I don't mean like writing "soandso and I," I mean like REALLY easy stuff. Yeah. You get taught it like 10 different times through school, HOW can you get it wrong haha.
I agree with the tall people at concerts thing, even tho I'm 5'9" so I'm pretty tall, people who are over 6 foot SHOULD NOT be at the front. Its just not fair for anyone else...
I also don't like people who stand and the front and , for example, shout GET OVER IT through the whole bands set. It makes me wanna SHOOT them, really, sort it out.
I also really don't like it when people don't pick their feet up when they walk... and like drag them along the ground,. sliding everywhere, like one of my housemates. Grrrrr.
Oh and I also hate it when your friend like MOANS (and I mean every single day for the past year, moans, cries, gets angry etc) about her SHIT boyfriend, who is extremely volatile and has hit her before, and she says every single day that she's gonna leave him, and then not only does she go and tell said boyfriend the mean things you've said about him, she DOESN'T split up with him, even though she is an absolute IDIOT for staying with him, thinking that he could somehow have got herpes from her, even though she doesn't have it. Yeah, thats right. And she's not even like a weak willed person, she's very headstrong and 'tough' and MAN if she doesn't shut up moaning about prick-face, I think I'm gonna sew her lips up.
LOL yeah thats it really. Other than friends from home who talk to you only to make themselves feel better ie. "hi jen, you like my new hair?" or "here's the guy I'm with, isn't he hot?!" or my favourite, when they tell you everything incredible that they're doing, as if they're better than you. not like you can ever say nasty things to your oldest friends. Meh. Nevermind.
- buying already-torn jeans for over $20. or any money at all, unless they were previously owned by stephen hawking or damian kulash.
HAHAH YES. Oh my lord, I destest that. There was one especially fashion conscious guy in my math class. I had a fun little game going called, "how much were Steve's pants?" after he asked my the price of my self-distressed jeans ($15 and free for all the paint that accumulated on it through set painting and paint fights and general wear and tear). The highest I heard from him was $215. When I asked him why they were so damn expensive, he pointed to a tiny tear at the bottom of the leg and said, "they came with that!" AGHHHHHHHHHHH.
Dear pampered teens of the world, GIVE YOUR MONEY TO STARVING INFANTS, NOT TO OVERPRICED JEANS. With love and kisses, Me
Hah, that's one of my bad habits: putting my frustration in pseudo-letter form. I also play with rings, bracelets, &c. compulsively when I'm nervous.
Karleigh does that with OK Go knowledge!! But in a cute, non-bitchy way.
Fine! I'll tell you: You were right with your guess. There you go, I spilled, but I'm not telling anyone else, I was sworn to secrecy, sorry...**evil smile**
HAHAH YES. Oh my lord, I destest that. There was one especially fashion conscious guy in my math class. I had a fun little game going called, "how much were Steve's pants?" after he asked my the price of my self-distressed jeans ($15 and free for all the paint that accumulated on it through set painting and paint fights and general wear and tear). The highest I heard from him was $215. When I asked him why they were so damn expensive, he pointed to a tiny tear at the bottom of the leg and said, "they came with that!" AGHHHHHHHHHHH.
Dear pampered teens of the world, GIVE YOUR MONEY TO STARVING INFANTS, NOT TO OVERPRICED JEANS. With love and kisses, Me
Hah, that's one of my bad habits: putting my frustration in pseudo-letter form. I also play with rings, bracelets, &c. compulsively when I'm nervous.
What if they're jeans with Swarovski Crystals on the pockets and they were paid for with money from Christmas? Is that still bad? I mean, they aren't distressed or anything, and I'm having them made into a bag because I've grown out of them.
What if they're jeans with Swarovski Crystals on the pockets and they were paid for with money from Christmas? Is that still bad? I mean, they aren't distressed or anything, and I'm having them made into a bag because I've grown out of them.
Whooaaa, Karleigh's got bling! And thank yoouuu, I promise I won't tell Mel anything!
BUT I CAN'T TELL! I've already told too many people (5?). They (you still don't even know who "they" is) will lose their trust in me. They said I could tell The Trinity, but that's it. NO MORE INQUIRIES!
OK, let's make a deal: I'll tell you soon. I don't know when, but you can't tell. Friending The Trinity has it's perks, you get to talk to us! AND Milosh comments on our space, plus, we are pretty?
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LOL. It's the cutest thing I've ever read recently.
Ouch! Ladies, can you please overlook my bad grammar? Or you guys can be my teachers, I'm a Japanese who is learning English, you know .
I have no idea if I ever understand the meaning of pet peeves, but there you go.
My father and my brother squeeze a tube of toothpaste in the middle, they get me angry.
When I see a guy sit his legs wide open and stretch them out on a train, I want to kick him in the crotch.
My bad habit is talking to myself everywhere. I just can't stop it because I have a close friend called NAY in my head.
Oh, me too! I swear far too much and ...it's bad. I should stop but I just can't help myself. I've integrated it into my daily speech too much now, there's no going back.
Also a bad habit, I burp infront of people too much lmao, well only infront of people I know it's just so relaxing though hahaha.. when you have to, you have to
Yeah.
I also really don't like it when people use grammar incorrectly, and I don't mean like writing "soandso and I," I mean like REALLY easy stuff. Yeah. You get taught it like 10 different times through school, HOW can you get it wrong haha.
I agree with the tall people at concerts thing, even tho I'm 5'9" so I'm pretty tall, people who are over 6 foot SHOULD NOT be at the front. Its just not fair for anyone else...
I also don't like people who stand and the front and , for example, shout GET OVER IT through the whole bands set. It makes me wanna SHOOT them, really, sort it out.
I also really don't like it when people don't pick their feet up when they walk... and like drag them along the ground,. sliding everywhere, like one of my housemates. Grrrrr.
Oh and I also hate it when your friend like MOANS (and I mean every single day for the past year, moans, cries, gets angry etc) about her SHIT boyfriend, who is extremely volatile and has hit her before, and she says every single day that she's gonna leave him, and then not only does she go and tell said boyfriend the mean things you've said about him, she DOESN'T split up with him, even though she is an absolute IDIOT for staying with him, thinking that he could somehow have got herpes from her, even though she doesn't have it. Yeah, thats right. And she's not even like a weak willed person, she's very headstrong and 'tough' and MAN if she doesn't shut up moaning about prick-face, I think I'm gonna sew her lips up.
LOL yeah thats it really. Other than friends from home who talk to you only to make themselves feel better ie. "hi jen, you like my new hair?" or "here's the guy I'm with, isn't he hot?!" or my favourite, when they tell you everything incredible that they're doing, as if they're better than you. not like you can ever say nasty things to your oldest friends. Meh. Nevermind.
Other than that, it takes a lot to piss me off
HAHAH YES. Oh my lord, I destest that. There was one especially fashion conscious guy in my math class. I had a fun little game going called, "how much were Steve's pants?" after he asked my the price of my self-distressed jeans ($15 and free for all the paint that accumulated on it through set painting and paint fights and general wear and tear). The highest I heard from him was $215. When I asked him why they were so damn expensive, he pointed to a tiny tear at the bottom of the leg and said, "they came with that!" AGHHHHHHHHHHH.
Dear pampered teens of the world,
GIVE YOUR MONEY TO STARVING INFANTS, NOT TO OVERPRICED JEANS.
With love and kisses,
Me
Hah, that's one of my bad habits: putting my frustration in pseudo-letter form.
I also play with rings, bracelets, &c. compulsively when I'm nervous.
What if they're 5'11"?
Fine! I'll tell you: You were right with your guess. There you go, I spilled, but I'm not telling anyone else, I was sworn to secrecy, sorry...**evil smile**
Dear pampered teens of the world,
GIVE YOUR MONEY TO STARVING INFANTS, NOT TO OVERPRICED JEANS.
With love and kisses,
Me
Hah, that's one of my bad habits: putting my frustration in pseudo-letter form.
I also play with rings, bracelets, &c. compulsively when I'm nervous.
What if they're jeans with Swarovski Crystals on the pockets and they were paid for with money from Christmas? Is that still bad? I mean, they aren't distressed or anything, and I'm having them made into a bag because I've grown out of them.
Whooaaa, Karleigh's got bling! And thank yoouuu, I promise I won't tell Mel anything!
And no one else for that matter!
IDK, we'll have contests or something.