The mirror this morning

I fucking hate adult acne. Just when you think you are all grown up; living on your own, occasionally wearing heels, paying your bills, receiving benefits you feel a sharp pain on your chin reminding you that you are more like a 16 year old than you thought. Thanks hormones. Thanks a fucking lot.

Puberty

I hate when smelly adolescent boys sit too close to me on the TTC, ask your mom to pick up something called deodorant.

What ever happened to DIY?

I fucking hate automatic toilets - don't decide when I am done, I am old enough to make that decision myself.

Riding the 191

A woman, weighing in no less than 250lbs, glares at me while stating "I can't get by you". Well maybe you should go on a fucking diet.

A young girl talking on her cellphone in a foreign language (I am going with Polish on this one) stands in front of me. She is talking so loud I can hear her over my Tokyo Police Club which is at a relatively high volume and directly in my ears. Unless she is talking to her dying mother back in Poland, which judging by her goofy smile she is not, I feel like grabbing that phone out of her little hands and whipping it out the window onto hwy 27 and watching a tanker run over it, causing it to break into little tiny pieces, leaving it beyond recognition. Now who is wearing the goofy smile bitch?