Things that piss me off:

My mom always saying “call me”, but then never remembering our conversations when I actually do.

When crickets somehow miraculously escape the vicious jaws of the froggies and wind up crawling next to my head at night when I am relaxing on the couch. I hate seeing crickets in my peripheral.

Not having a parking spot in front of my own apartment building (that’ll be over soon).

The a.m. bus driver who doesn’t say hello when you get on the bus and who immediately speeds away before you sit down, sending you spiraling towards the back of the bus. I think I jammed my hand this morning trying to grab onto the seat to protect my face from being slammed into the lap of the man sitting at the back of the bus. Face to crotch contact at 7 a.m. is a no-go. Do you blame me?

Wanting to run, but never actually making the commitment.

Pop songs

Not having a dog, but knowing there are so many people out there who do, but don’t deserve to.

Hang nails

Stepping in dog poop.

Bills.

Being cold, which I always am.



And that's just what pissed me off today.

Pink-a-dink houses. . .

. . . remind me of my childhood.




But nothing about moving into my own house reminds me of my childhood. I will be 25 this summer, and no longer young at heart. My back aches, my butt is sore, my knees pop and my shoulders suffer. I am not old, but I am no longer young.