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The List Volume XIII

By Kirsten|July 30th, 2010|The List|

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Another week, another list. World, you never cease to amaze me!

Tents on the beach. I mean, what are you doing? Camping or tanning?
Speaking of the beach- people who walk too close to our towel and kick sand all over you. Appreciate that.
Fake glasses. You don’t even need glasses.
Sideways hats. You are not Marky Mark and this is not the Funky Bunch.
Copycats. I know, I know. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, blah, blah. But sometimes it’s just really f#%*@ing annoying.
Letterman jackets.
Naysayers. I say it’s black and no matter what, you’ll say it’s white. It is not constantly opposite day. Cut it out.
Payphones. Seriously, who the eff can you call for a quarter?
Dr. Phil. How do you still have a show? Don’t you have your own problems to solve?
The Jersey Shore cast ringing the NYSE opening bell. Our country is officially a joke.

Have a wonderful weekend.

xx,

WhyDid

The List Volume XII

By Kirsten|July 23rd, 2010|The List|

I mean, this needs no introduction. You know what time it is.

People who talk really loud at restaurants right next to you. Um, ma’am, if I wanted to have dinner with you, I would have asked. Thanks.
The Bachelorette. Ali, they’re all dogs. Get out while you can.
Tots. I get that “totally” doesn’t have an “e” in it, but phonetically speaking, it should be spelled “totes.” When you write “tots” to me, I assume you’re talking about a small child or the potato side dish so lovingly known as tater tots.
Incense.
Hard drives. Were you aware they can “just go bad”? Oh, well they sure can. They don’t even have to give you an explanation as to why. Bullshit.
Dads pushing strollers and looking at my boobs. Sir, one day your daughter will have boobs too. Eyes up.
Royalty.
Kathie Lee and Hoda. Why do they hate each other so much?
Matching your romper to your car. Really? (thanks to Mike for sending this in! Good work!)
While this song is incredibly catchy, I can’t help but be disappointed to learn that they are saying “teach me how to Dougie” as opposed to “teach me how to nut” (which is what I originally thought they were saying and will continue to sing). Just one question: who/what is Dougie?

Until next time…

xx,

WhyDid

The List XI

By Kirsten|July 16th, 2010|The List|

The Hills finale. Um, wait, what?
Teen Moms- why is there a show about this?
Bubble hems. Please cease to exist. Thanks.
French pedicures. #%&*!!?!! Who is still getting these? Better yet, who ever did?
People on the back of the plane who jump up immediately upon landing. Sit down, you’re gonna be here a while.
Geisha House.
Bromance. You’re two stops short of Gayville and one stop short of bi.
Shape Ups. The lazy person’s “workout.” (Especially when worn to the gym).
Coffee mugs that are too #%#^ing big to hold.
iPhone4.

Finally where I should be. Have a good weekend.

xx,

WhyDid

The List Volume X

By Kirsten|July 9th, 2010|The List|

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Where, oh, where does the time go? Seems like I was just detailing the things that make my blood boil and skin crawl… yet, here we are again.

Dropping red nail polish in your bathroom, shattering it, and “re-decorating” in the process.
People who talk on their cell phones at the gym. I mean, I text but that’s tooootally different… right?
Re-runs.
Harem pants. Give it up, already.
Back fat. (And apparently I’m not alone in this).
Humidity. Heat is one thing, but now you’re messing with my hair. We have problems.
Pigeons. In all contexts.
Cleaned out my closet the other day… Look who I found hiding in there:
Have we forgotten about that pesky lil’ oil spill thingy?
Lebron James… really?

Until next time…

xx,

WhyDid

The List Volume IX

By Kirsten|July 2nd, 2010|The List|

Tantrum

This list should be twenty rather than ten seeing as I went MIA last week. However, I have decided to keep it short and to the point. (You’re welcome).

Dressing room floors. Band-aids and stray hairs galore. I can’t.
Lady Gaga. I’ve had about enough of her for a little while.
These:Now you’re just abusing the right to dress. (Thanks to Ryan Nickulas for sending along this little sweet treat).
Screaming children on five hour flights. Control your offspring. Thanks.
Taking your shoes off at airport security. There’s gotta be another way.
And these:Yep, an entire wall of “jean” leggings. I believe they are calling these “jeggings.”
Dreadlocks on white people. I’m talking to you, Crystal Bowersox.
People who don’t refill the Brita/Pur/whichever pitcher. I’m thirsty too, jackass.
Morning breath.
Promoter text messages. I’m damn near forty. Please stop. I can’t sit through a din with 19 year old models anymore.