The List Volume XXII

Let’s make it quick and painless, people. It’s been a long week and shawty needs a drank!
- Everybody (including Subway) jumping on the Twitter train. NO ONE cares what you ate for breakfast.
- Commercials that make no sense. What are you selling? Floors? Birds? Peanut butter? I can’t tell… but I’m hungry now.
- Kim Kardashian pretending that was the FIRST time she got Botox… C’mon girl…
- The Kardashians tackifying NYC. Ugh. Stay in LA where you belong. Hell, I’ll even throw in Miami for you. akdjf;klsdjf;akdjf. I can’t even. Your outfits. GGHJIOHJKBHSDFBKS.

- Brittney Jones. Shut. Up.
- Flavored coffe. It’s just bullshit. I mean, really.
- Fantasy football. Let’s be serious, this is just a less intellectual version of Dungeons and Dragons.
- Wannabe nerds. We GET it. The Social Network was great (though far from fact). I bet the real nerds of the world are PISSED.

- The people who vote against my fashion faux pas each and every single time… You know who you are.
- People who leave garbage in the elevator. WTH?
Bartender, tequila on the rocks.
xx,
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As we made our way up Runyon for the second time the other evening, we spied a plastic bag full of doggy doo. Hm… I understand that you are to clean up after your pooch, but wouldn’t you say that leaving it IN a plastic bag is worse than just leaving the doo right where it is? I should say so. While stinky and potentially hazardous to the bottom of your shoe, at least the naked doggy doo will eventually decompose as it would in nature and disappear as opposed to wrapping up the stinky doo in a pretty plastic bag and leaving it to sit and rot and never biodegrade.

