Another type of person I hate

We all know these girls. The ones who smoke, drink, spit, swear, typee with extraa lettttterssss, cake on make-up, dress like sluts, and looks like they're twelve years old. Maybe they are twelve years old, more often than not though, they're like fifteen year olds who just look young for their age. There's nothing wrong with looking young, that can't be helped, and it will be an asset in the event of a career in porn. But, there is something wrong with trying to overcompensate for your exaggerated youthfulness by trying to act like a fucked up teenager. Most of the girls that are like this would be stunning in an angelic kind of way if they wiped off their heavy eyeliner and stopped wearing horizontal black and white striped socks.
You're not hardcore, make peace with the way you look and stop trying to break out of your own image, because in doing so you're creating a sterotype for yourself.

Making a point about fingernails.

The Nice Nails Decree (to be implemented when I become Dictator of the Universe):

All humans are to have consistently well-groomed fingernails if they are to leave their house.

Females:
1. Must have either i) painted nails, or ii) fake french manicure nails. Real nails which have been subjected to a french manicuring process are not permitted. No chipping of the colour is allowed to be evident for more than one day, and it should be rectified at the soonest possible opportunity.
2. Nails must be cultivated to a length of at least to the end of the fingertip. Preferably, nails are to be approximately two centimeters long. Nails whose length exceeds three centimetres are to be clipped.
3. The length of all ten fingernails should all be within two millimetres of each other. Exemptions may be granted if one breakage occurs in a set of ten impressive nails, or if a nail breaks below the nail bed.
4. All nails must be painted i) the same colour; or ii) in alternating colours, provided there is some symmetry.
5. Only those who have nails of at least two centimetres may have patterned nails. Only animal prints are acceptable as patterns.
6. If these conditions cannot be met due to conditions such as nail biting, gloves should be worn.

Males:
1. Must have either nails that are bereft of nail polish, or painted black. Black nails may only be permitted in combination with the wearing of black eyeliner.
2. Nails are to be clipped at the end of the fingertip.
3. Bitten nails entails that the male's right to reproduce be revoked until nice nails are cultivated.
4. Any dirt underneath the fingernails will result in removal by pressure hose by the fashion police upon detainment.

But seriously, everyone should have nice nails, it's really not that difficult, and it looks very annoying when people have gross nails.

The fastest way to send me insane.

Few things piss me off more than people who can't read. That may sound very ignorant, but I don't mean that in the context of people who have not had the opportunity to be educated, or have a disability which compromises their physical ability to read. By 'people who can't read', I actually mean people who can read, but do so at a painfully slow rate, out loud, mangling every word and disjointing sentences as they progressively murder each syllable. I am specifically referring to an English class that I endured today, in which there was much reading aloud. For some reason, those who cannot read fluently seem to agree to read aloud. Not only does this take forever, it also detracts from the meaning as each sound emanating from the reader is more reminiscent of a malfunctioning machine than of carefully written prose. Please stop murdering my language- if you can't read properly, then don't try! And by 'don't try', I don't mean that you shouldn't try, I mean that you should continue to try to learn to read; but not aloud, and out of my earshot, thanks.

Balloons

I have to admit, I love it when skinny people get fat. Sure it is bad to laugh at other people's misfortune, but... well I have no justification, I am a just bitch who revels in the suffering of others. The point is, it is hilarious to see someone slowly inflate; or better yet, suddenly expand if you haven't seen them in a long time.
Like there's this girl, who used to laugh at me for being fat. She was skinny. Then her metabolism caught up with her eating habits and she got fat. Now she is fatter than me. Hahahahahaha suck on that you fat bitch.

On a side note, think of the worst possible place you can get burnt. That is the location of a burn I am currently enduring. FML, seriously.

And another thing,

Why are so many vegetarians fat? Serves them right for turning their noses up at delicious animal carcasses, but seriously, they should be skinny.

Frustrated.

People piss me off so much. People who haven't even done anything. People who I hardly know. People who I pass in the street, who I may have passed a thousand times before but they have left such an impression on me that I wouldn't know. I'm actually so annoyed right now, and it's about practically nothing. It wasn't even a proper facebook fight, tempted as I may be to turn it into one. Instead I'm airing out my anger here, where nobody will read it, least of all the fat piggy bitch who this is about. Yeah you, you jealous tub of lard. Everything you do, everything I know about you, every time I look at you; frustration tears through me. You should just stop existing, thanks.

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I was going to put this in pink writing but you don't deserve pink, so I changed it to orange.