  -The drug store won't allow me to buy more than 30 boxes of Claritin. I don't care if kids or hillbillies are using them, I've got allergies, bitch.
-Those stupid-ass Enzyte commercials. Seriously, what the fuck is its purpose?!?! Plus, Smilin' Bob has made my list of people I want to punch in the cock. - The Boston Celtics bitching at the league officials that resulted in urlLink Ron Artest getting suspended . Good move, you douche bags. Too bad your team AND Danny Ainge sucks. -Hearing nothing but how the Western conference is so fucking great and how the East will continue to be its bitch.
-10-12 page papers, although I will somewhat miss them after I graduate. -Hearing "What are you going to do after graduation" for the 1,000th time. Stop bothering me and let me focus on my plans to when I will start drinking on the weekdays. -Having to watch 20 minute commercials before the movie starts. -That stupid anti-piracy commercial they play 20 minutes before the movie starts. I don't care if you met your wife on the set of the Big Chill, shut up and let me watch my homoerotic superhero movies!
-The fact that A. ) attempting to find Leni Riefenstahl's "The Olympia" on video and B. ) trying to rent stuff from the public library are almost impossible to accomplish. -I paid over 200 bucks to fix my computer and I'm still finding problems. Seriously, can't I just browse the web for MILFs just once?
-The whole pay inside the gas station situation rahter than filling it up then paying for it. It makes me feel that even though I'm getting fuel in the most skeaziest of neighborhoods, I'm sad that they cannot trust me. -Going to a Prince concert to have his royal badness play his hits but briefly. Come on, give me an entire accoustic version of "Sometimes it Snows it April" you purple bastard! -The sad fact that once I pull out my camera phone to take a picture of the Prince concert, 20 other fags do the same thing.
-Missing my deadlines. Seriously, I beat myself up over it. -The fascinating yet sickening "I Want A Famous Face. " It bugs me that these people spend gobs of their own money (which I would like, by the way) so they can NOT look like the celebrity they obsess over. Seriously, those twin douch bags do not look like Brad Pitt. His retarded half-cousin, maybe. -Working 11am-6pm and 8am-4pm straight with no breaks. -People who feel that I must see "The Passion" again.
"Life of Brian" was more fullfilling thanks. -Those fucking mesh hats are still around and Ashton Kutcher is back for another season of "Punk'd.
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