You know what pisses me off?
Old folks who think they’re more important than anybody else on this planet because they’re old! Guess what smack daddy, your ghetto ballin’ ways are over, and you’re just like us,
except all my deductions from my already low paycheck is going to pay for your ass and your $75,000 ‘Benz. I can officially say that if I have to pay for you to live, I should be able to choose how you spend that money. If I don’t want you ridin’ dirty in your ‘92 Cadillac El Dorado with a balls-to-the-wall 250HP 6.0L V8 with more torque than the space shuttle, then that’s how life will be. Buy a Prius.
The Wii. People. Listen to me. The Wii blows like Katrina at a massage parlor. You get Playstation 1 (maybe 2) graphics, mediocre developer support, no TRUE HD functionality (component video doesn’t do it on a 1080p Sony Bravia LCD, folks), and games that suck like a shop vac. How many times will the folks at Best Buy, Circuit City, or myself at Fred Meyer say NO, WE DO NOT HAVE ANY NINTENDO WII’s AND WE HAVE NO IDEA WHEN THEY’LL COME BECAUSE NINTENDO HAS THEIR FINGERS UP THEIR ASS AND ARE CUTTING SUPPLY ON PURPOSE JUST TO CREATE A HIGH DEMAND before you get it!
Wal-Mart. I’m not just saying that because I work for a competing company who makes just as much as you do and sells the right freaking music… ok never mind. I am saying that. Music was made to be listened to. Not chopped and screwed and bashed and raped. At least ten people every day bring me a complaint and/or a CD purchased from Wal-Mart that they will not take back. What is on it? Half-assed edited tracks. I’m talking worse than a Radio edit. If I want to hear Mudvayne and the F-words that go along with their new release, I will. If I want to hear Nas talk about his N’s and shootin-up-da-place, then I will. Wal-Mart. Go away. Go to Mexico. Your patronage consists of folks not legally from the U.S. Enough Said.
Fake-And-Bake Orange/Blonde Chicks. If the tanning bed doesn’t kill you, someone else will. I promise. There comes a point at where looking beachy stops being sexy and becomes "what-the-f?" I like a woman who gets their tanned skin from either the sun, or from their genes. If you have Native American, South American, or Arabian blood in you, you’re probably rather tan naturally, that’s hot. If you spent a week in Hawaii and were once white, but now a nice light golden brown, that’s hot too. But the spray-on or the slow-cooked in the microwave look is stupid as all hell. One in Three teenage girls in the western half of the United States are fake-and-bakers. How do I know this? because Out of the 520 or so sophomores at my high school, about 290 are girls, and over 150 of them fake and bake. They glow for god’s sake.
My rant’s over. I’m tired. Christmas is almost here and I have no one to be close to on the holidays. Oh well…