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Things That Truely Bother Me This Week

1. Arizona Ice Tea has been making their tall boy cans of regular ice with NASCAR drivers all over them. I just can’t buy them. It’s not that I hate NASCAR or have really any true feelings for it at all but I just can’t buy them which sucks because I love their Iced Tea. I don’t need Rusty Wallace starring at me when I drink. You might as well put a picture of Stone cold Steve Austin above your toilet or a picture of Allen Iverson on your condoms.
2. Mini Motor Cycles( the gas powered ones) – I saw a kid about 10 years old riding one which has got to stop. I think the idea of being a parent has turned into more of a concept instead of being a reality. This kid was racing his younger brother who was on a regular bike. The older brother won and was bragging. No shit you’re going to win you’ve got an engine. When I see adults riding them I feel sorry for them. Their all bunched up on this tiny little thing that they paid good money for and they look like a 15 year old playing with GI JOE’s. Snake Eye’s is cool but sometimes you have to let go.
3. When people let you break the rules but feel the need to give that “next time” lecture. It always starts off with “You know I don’t have to do this…” ,“I could not let you…” or my favorite “In the future…”. I think I’d rather be told no because at least I would learn a lesson and whoever told me “no” would acknowledge the fact there’re being a dick.
4. People who do Karaoke to be the star. The kind that get up there with something to prove. This weekend I sang “Livin’ on a Prayer” at a bar called The Bitter Redhead. I showed a little Jersey pride up in LA. I had fun, it was a good time. Karaoke is meant to be goofy. Then Mr. American Idol gets up for theTHIRD time and starts to sing as if Tommy Matolla is sitting at the bar. This guy had a bro hawk, tight black shirt, and greaser jeans ,you all know the type. Now the sex and the city crowd(girls you know who you are. You’re all in pacts. You all dress up, drink martini’s, and say things like “you’re so Samantha right now.” ) don’t bother me that much because their having fun(song selection kind of get’s on my nerves if I hear I will survive one more time at a bar I think I’ll stop drinking) but Mr. American Idol is just sad. He’s trying to score with the sex in the city girls but the cold reality of that is, it’s girls night out.
5. Lindsay Lohan fans. Hillary duff is the clear choice in this buyers market.
6. The fact I like Hillary Duff so much.
7. The nine years that separate us.