It makes me angry when people are out for a Sunday drive on Tuesday. I got fuckin’ places to be and I don’t be having the time to be poking along at 35 mph.
It makes me angry when stores that shall not be named here (except for that their names rhyme will Narget and Walfart) have 47 lanes to cash people out at, yet they only have 2 open.
It makes me angry when my stretchy jeans that hug my ass in just the right way also hug my front butt enough to give me camel toe.
It makes me angry when people in places of higher power than I insist on “coaching” me, even though they are only at my place of employ one day a week.
It makes me REALLY angry when I am horny and my Rockstar insists on going to bed without assisting me in the making of me being not horny.
It makes me angry when Minnesota Revenue continues to steal moneys out of my checking account at various intervals without asking. As if my $82.73 is going to heal the national debt.
It makes me angry when my Rockstar’s Daughter insists on saying, ” Our house is OUR house, not yours.” Even though she’s been repestedly told to desist.
It makes me angry when the disastrous mess of curly pubic hair that resides on my head refuses to listen to my Big Sexy Hairspray.
It makes me angry when I have to go to work when I’m in the middle of deciding whether Fifty Shades of Grey is worth reading.
It makes me angry when I answer the phone at work to take a delivery and when asked what their address is, the person on the line says- “Ummm, well I don’t know the EXACT address.”
It makes me angry when I try on shirts that are SUPPOSED to be my size, and then must call for a dressing room attendant to come and assist in the removal of said shirts when they get stuck going over my excessive boobage.
It makes me angry when no matter how often I clean the kitchen floor, there is always crud lurking.
It makes me angry that Carrie Underwood is considered a country music star.
It makes me REALLY angry that Taylor Swift is considered ANY kind of music star.
Most of all, it makes me angry that despite my numerous attempts to contact him, Chris Meloni still hasn’t shown up to receive his booby squish.