Showing posts with label ice cream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ice cream. Show all posts

A list of newly-formulated pet-peeves:


1. Brown and black--together. I don't care WHAT Stacy and Clinton {What Not To Wear} told you, it just shouldn't happen. Ever.

2. When Paradise Bakery is out of Broccoli Cheddar soup. Just because your fire-roasted tomato is da shiiii doesn't mean you're exempt from always serving my second favorite. Because we all know the world revolves around my food cravings, right? Right.

3. Paris Hilton. Probably the worst combination of the words "like", "OMG", "ew", "&^%*" and "that's hott". Ever. And she gets paid for that? Srsly. That's all.


4. Late-night TV. It's trash--almost all of it. Reno 911? Jerry Springer? What is this world coming to? No wonder children have bedtimes. Pity our souls.

5. Chewing with your mouth open. No, I don't want to hear mastication put into works. Nor do I want to watch you break apart your food. Icklesauraus Rex.