unimaginable beauty: pet peeves.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

pet peeves.

[Just a small rant of mine to a certain male I know. I don't even care if he reads this. Its a chance to say what I know I'm too nice to say in real life.]

You sir, without even a speck of doubt, are the most ignorant, conceited, high and mighty dickhead I have ever had the displeasure to meet in my entire life.

Who the hell do you think you are?
Strutting around like you own the damn place, putting people in categories before you even know them, yet claiming not to judge and to be a gentleman?!

Gentleman, my arse.
A gentleman wouldn't act like that. A gentleman wouldn't say things like that.

Why do you think you're so awesome? It fails to process in my mind.
Why on earth do you love yourself so much? Why do you think you're the hottest thing since sliced bread?

Just piss off, okay?

You're not cool.
And you can't play the guitar either.
And the face...
For fucks sake, the face.
It doesn't make you look dreamy.
Or deep.

It makes you look like you're having a stroke.
Which is exactly what I imagine everytime you pull it.

Stop saying 'fair enough'.
It's stupid. It's irritating.
Especially considering it's coming from you.
And could you maybe try to stop ranting about football?
I don't really give a shit.
And could you maybe try, just once, to eat quietly?

For god's sake, you even breathe noisily.
What's wrong with you?
Fuck off, and stop telling me every little thing that passes through your brain.
Nobody cares.
Nobody is listening.
No. Shut up.

Really though, you don't half try my patience.

You once said that you're just a word that hasn't been invented yet.
But dickhead comes effortlessly close, my dear.

As long as you think you're not at fault, I'm sure you'll carry on with ease.
Boy, you can make even the halo child feel like the guiltiest sin.

1 comment:

  1. Honey, whoever he is, he is so not worth that post even if it is just spent calling him a dickhead.

    Hope the heart's not broken and that you're okay.