@BLOGHOMEWORK from @RAMBO,@CHARMAINE, and @LYXZEN
I know this is an old homework, but I really wanted to do it.
11/28 What are your biggest pet peeves?
I don’t know if I am just a spiteful person, but I have millions of pet peeves. There are just too many—this blog post would run on for pages if I laid them all out. I’ve decided to focus more on my internet/social media pet peeves. One of my biggest pet peeves involves the goat/ram tattoo on my lower stomach. I have never been one to follow horoscopes and frankly I could not care less about zodiac signs. But every time I post a picture where the tattoo is visible, the zodiac comments come flooding in. “Are you an Aries?” “Are you a Capricorn?” “I love you! My grandma is an Aries!” Fuck. I did not get the tattoo because of my zodiac sign, whatever the fuck it is. No one really follows that zodiac horoscope shit anyways, but as soon as anyone sees some “sign” that they can relate to, they just latch on. Horoscopes seem so hollow and meaningless. I chose the tattoo for aesthetics, not because of the fuckin stars in the sky.
My other biggest pet peeve are stupid questions in the comments sections of my various profiles. Folks are always asking questions whose answers are incredibly fucking obvious. “Do you smoke?” “Where can I see you naked?” Where are you from?” Christ. If anyone bothered to stop and read my profiles, or even look at some of my other pictures, they would have their answer. I know some people are “visual learners” and only look at my pictures, but the answers to their dumb questions are right in front of them if only they had the fucking wherewithal to look. There ARE such things as stupid questions.
I could rant on and on, but these have to be two of my biggest pet peeves—and they never end.
Pet peeve #3? I cannot stop cussing, even when I most need to. Fuck.
