sitting at a red light and feeling my car vibrate because someone two cars up has decided I need to hear AND feel their choice of music. What? I dont count in shared space? Are you THAT egocentric to think I enjoy your music? I hang my head out the door and sing with you, but I make up my own words...hope YOU dont mind....
when people pick me up to go somewhere and their car is a litter bag. Seriously dont ask me to sit on a seat that has french fries and face powder all over it. Nor do my feet want to slide amongst your pop cans and Burger King bags...
parents who are oblivious to what their kids are doing. Dont let your kids strip all the leaves off of a branch of tree because you are on the cell phone making your next hook up. Dont let the five year old scratch his ass while he is in line at the Grand Buffet. HEY! Your kid is crying, will you please at least look at him and see how you could comfort him because you are making me really uncomfortable...
lipstick on teeth
bitches who roll their eyes when they think you arent looking
well, any passive aggressive behaviors pretty much declare war with me...
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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