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| {isn't it lovely how I can capture my annoyed face on camera... or it's sad. Either way it worked for today!} |
If I hold the door open for you, acknowledge that. I don't need you to hug me and show your undying appreciation - but a smile - hell, even a nod. That'd be ok.
For the love of all things Holy - chew with your mouth closed. I know I can be guilty of talking with food in my mouth and it drives my brother some people nuts. But that's totally different. Most of the time.
If I text you. Text me back... eventually. It doesn't need to be the second I said something, but at least just respond at some point. I don't typically just text to shoot the shit.
And speaking of shooting the shit... I don't want to text just to do that. If our conversation is going to go something like this... You: hey. me: hey, what's up? you: nothing. *crickets* then... just don't text me.
Smelly people. Why? Can you not smell? And... on that note, I've known more than one person who can't smell and they don't smell like ass all the time. So... neither should you. Be courteous to those around you.
When social media is strictly used for complaining about your lot in life. A complaint here and there is one thing... but if you are just going to whine and gripe... *unfollow*
Please, please, please... if you're wearing flip flops... wear them. Don't drag them. They aren't 10 pound weights on your feet - it's really not that hard, I promise.
Rant. Finished.
Hope we can still be friends... I promise if you're guilty of any of these things I'll learn to look away. Unless you smell... then no. We can't be friends. ;)
Happy hump day, kittens! Who's excited for the Nashville finale tonight?! *points to self*
