things that pissed me off today: so far

1. interboro community college ads on the subways. i applaud their push to get the masses educated, but they shouldn't let those who didn't get accepted write the ads as a consolation prize. sister mary mary, back in the day, wouldn't have taken any sentence that began with 'because.' i do think it's great that they manage to convey their sentiment via a string of monosyllabic words. usually, this herculean task is left to big-boy-and-girl words, but they seem to have gotten it down, so i guess i should applaud them for at least that. the thing i absolutely cannot, cannot get past, however, is the final tagline: 'if i can. you can.' now, we all know i'm a bit of a grammar queen, and while i may not always be right (i can admit that after almost a year of doctor freud, lol), i can usually pick it out when something is wrong. i may drop them a line. i mean, I'M not exactly about to put in an application for a college that cannot punctuate correctly. geesh.

hey- while we're on the subject, punctuate this sentence: woman without her man is nothing

2. my lovely food allergy. maybe my feet and liver got my throat on their side. 'hey, he keeps running me ragged, and the red wine has GOT to stop, but if you, oh, i don't know, close at inopportune times, maybe we can get him to chill out for just a bit.' and while a closed throat can be convenient in getting out of plans ('shit, at the hospital getting shot up with benadryl. can we grab drinks another time?'), usually it's just annoying. like at the wine tasting last year (haven't had white since... rather unfortunate on so many different levels), when i went out for beers last sunday (michelob ultra would seemingly NOT be the perfect beer: who'd have seen that one coming), and even tonight, while munching just a few cashews after dinner. cashews. he and i used to go way, way back. yeah, sure i've had my problems with his extended legume family (lentils can just bite me), but et tu brutae? apparantly so. you bastard. get black beans on your side and you're going down. and not in the good way.

3. my bladder. you don't do anything all fucking day long (great party, by the way, w.h.), and you pick NOW to make it up to me. really, too little, too late. you need to stop. just. stop.

grr.