Jenn's Reverie

Okay, so I was wanting to do this post right after I did the one of things that make me happy, BUT I'm thee absolute biggest procrastinator you will EVER meet. I swear! People yell at me about it all the time. I try to fix it, but it's in the blood. No really, it is. Anyhow, here are some of my pet peves. In no particular order. The way I see it, if it bugs me, it bugs me.

• When someone starts to say something and doesn't finish what they're saying. I mean, come on, don't start to say it at all then! And don't freakin' say "I was gonna say something, but nevermind." What is that shit?! When people do this I wanna ring their neck and watch them lose air. . . slowly. For real, don't do this!
  
• When someone says something like, "just like a woman," or "women, I swear." You shitheads, I AM a woman! I WILL do women stuff! Like have a period or maybe a child. DO NOT compare me to "women." I don't compare you and say shit like, "all guys cheat," or "just like a man." If you do something stupid, it's because YOU do something stupid. Not because "men" or "women" do that particular thing stupid. It's also being put into a category. I am who I am! So don't put me into a freakin' category! Especially with women. I think girls are stupid! Haha, that'd be me categorizing females. But I can, so shush. Yeah, yeah, I got your double standard right here!
  
• When someone smacks their mouth when they eat. Close your mouth man, it's not that hard. That is one hell of an annoying sound.
  
• Guys that smack my ass and think I'M the bitch after I let them know they fucked up! I mean, who the fuck are you, loser?! It's my ass, and no one gave your sorry ass permission to touch me! I do have a level of respect for myself, that would not be the level. When I hit the guy or yell at him, I'M a stuck up bitch??!! Help me make sense of this, please?! Point blank, don't touch me! Unless I've touched you first, or have let you know it's okay. And smiling at you in a club does not mean it's okay jackass. It's just a friendly gesture.
  
• When someone asks a question during an arguement, and then starts answering it for you. Don't ask if you know it all! If this is a phone conversation, I will hang up on you after the 2nd time you've done this. Strike 3 you're out? No way, you've been warned the first time.
  
• Being called Jenny! I shouldn't even be putting this one, because one of you will do it thinking it's funny. Well I have news for you, I really don't like it, and it's NOT funny. This seriously irritates the shit out of me. I WILL ignore you until you can be a big boy/girl and call me by my name, or Jenn is fine. Or even a nickname, if you have one for me. My name is NOT Jenny!
  
• Being called Mexican. I am not from Mexico, nor is any of my family. I am Hispanic thanks. I have many Mexican friends and I love them. I do tend to make fun of my culture and use the Mexican phrase. But that's okay, 'cause it's funny. I don't care if you say it jokingly, I'd probably laugh and agree. But I hate when it's someone arguing with me about what my ethnicity is. Go draw yourself a family tree and leave me alone! I don't even speak spanish fluently. Most Hispanics don't speak it at all. I think that should be a pre-requisite to being Mexican. Oh yeah, and George Lopez owns. If you're any kind of spanish, you can relate to him well. So check him out.
  

Here are a couple of little pet peves that I think are funny. . .

• Ryan from the new Surreal Life. Sally herself needs to stop thinking she's all that. And she isn't that pretty. Jordan too. He needs to get up on that treadmil, Fatty McKnight! Haha, thanks for that one Katie!
  
• Bill in his pansy-ness! Pick up the phone! For real, Friday is D-Day. That IS your ultimatum!
  
• Drunk guys calling me non-stop, even after I've hung up on them and said no. If I gave you my number, I was drunk. I know this because I don't give out my number. If I haven't answered or called you back after the 10th time you've called, or the first week, you should be getting the point by this time.
  
• When someone asks, "Why don't you have a boyfriend?" What do want from me? "Well. . . um. . . I don't have a boyfriend because I've already slept with everyone. I ran out." Dude! If I knew why I didn't have a boyfriend, don't you think I'd make it so where I would? Or maybe, I just don't want one. Maybe I do?! Any volunteers?! Katie, not you either damn it.
  

Anyhow, what are your pet peves or dislikes? Make the comment option on here useful! If you're here, comment damn it! Or I mean, please! I like to know that my blog has been read. It's fun. Anyhow, love you all. Until next time. . .

Don't wanna shoot nobody, don't wanna be shot Don't wanna buy nobody, don't wanna be bought Don't wanna bury nobody, don't wanna be buried Don't wanna marry nobody, if they're already married.