I hate

People who ride skateboards in bus/bike lanes
People who rollerblade in bus/bike lanes
People who jog in bus/bike lanes

spotify sucks.
support a british company and go We7 ftw.

Meh, just gave we7 a look, it's pretty crap. Rubbish search mechanism, no genre for punk. sucks.

Are you sure you can't walk any slower than that? Sure? Maybe if you tied your ankles together? Perhaps you could just stop walking altogether and stand there in the middle of the fucking pavement to stop me getting past at a normal I-am-not-Douglas-Bader pace. And you two, yes you two holding hands; how very sweet. Get out of the fucking way you are taking up the whole of the path. Stop looking in each others eyes and look over your shoulder. There are single people wanting to come through. Stop giggling, stop smiling, stop gently stroking each others arms and get out of the way. Or at least stop and hug so I can slip by. Go on, embrace each other, make some room. And enjoy it while it lasts. Pretty soon you'll rather rub dog shit in to each others faces than cuddle.
You've left the shop.* Left* it. So why are you standing in the door? Is it such a wrench to go? Are you thinking of turning back for another few minutes of bliss? No, you're just studying your receipt with more concentration than an oncologist studies a pap smear. Fine, study it, memorise it, translate it in to bloody Norwegian for all I care just don't do it in the doorway which normal people are trying to use for its intended purpose of exiting and entering; in one go, not in fucking installments.

Will's angry it seems.

katie, don't make me follow you around the forum trying to get a reply out of you!
text me back!

Ace! I have a stalker.

Wish I had a stalker.

HATE not having a stalker.

:'(

Are you sure you can't walk any slower than that? Sure? Maybe if you tied your ankles together? Perhaps you could just stop walking altogether and stand there in the middle of the fucking pavement to stop me getting past at a normal I-am-not-Douglas-Bader pace. And you two, yes you two holding hands; how very sweet. Get out of the fucking way you are taking up the whole of the path. Stop looking in each others eyes and look over your shoulder. There are single people wanting to come through. Stop giggling, stop smiling, stop gently stroking each others arms and get out of the way. Or at least stop and hug so I can slip by. Go on, embrace each other, make some room. And enjoy it while it lasts. Pretty soon you'll rather rub dog shit in to each others faces than cuddle.
You've left the shop.* Left* it. So why are you standing in the door? Is it such a wrench to go? Are you thinking of turning back for another few minutes of bliss? No, you're just studying your receipt with more concentration than an oncologist studies a pap smear. Fine, study it, memorise it, translate it in to bloody Norwegian for all I care just don't do it in the doorway which normal people are trying to use for its intended purpose of exiting and entering; in one go, not in fucking installments.

I agree with as much as I read. What's worse is when you in the company of people who walk slow. They seem to think they can demand others walk at their pace. Compromise does not occur to these people.

Flatmates, milk:

A big sticky label with "Milk Experiment" written on it should do the trick.

If it still goes missing, start adding progressively larger amounts of green food colouring.

I live with girls, they only buy skimmed milk and complain to themselves when they eat chocolate. I've decided to only buy full fat jersey milk. That way they can hate themselves when they steal it.

I am not being unreasonable when I say they steal.

This morning I caught a girl in my flat adding Philadelphia to a large bowlful of my posh expensive pasta. WTF? I've got kilos of penne to nick if you really can't afford 50p to buy some of your own...

Still, at least she was kind enough to leave about a third of a portion in the bottom of the box.

that sounds like a passive-aggressive note of some sort is required.

jizz on her crumpets

I agree with as much as I read. What's worse is when you in the company of people who walk slow. They seem to think they can demand others walk at their pace. Compromise does not occur to these people.

jeezuz. this drives me mad. evey time my girlfriend's parents come to visit us we have to go out for a walk round the neighbourhood. due to her mother's glacial walking pace, the fact we live on upper street and the that they have to stop and look in EVERY shop window on it, means that "popping" down to angel and back (a 5 minute walk) can take upwards of a couple of hours. I literally can't make myself walk slowly enough to stay in the same time zone as them so I inevitably end up in a breakaway with her dad. he's a lovely bloke but we don't have that much in common and i'm beginning to think we've about exhausted the conversation possibilities available to us. i'm particularly concerned that i'm running out of gambits to avoid hearing his repetoire of racist jokes from the 1970s. *cries. IT'S MY SUNDAY TOO!

When i was a kid i used to go out on a bike with my nan. She'd walk to the shops at 1 mph and I'd ride to the shops and back to her 300 times.

It worked. Maybe you should try it with your relatives

hehe! stop editing your post. it's freaking me out. i'm editing mine now. meta.

you're right though, it was funnier the first time round.

brevity = win.

jizz on her crumpets

Done, thanks.

Moving in with my GF next month. Why? BECAUSE FLATMATES ARE ALL CUNTS.

go on...

I hate drivers who don't look where they are going, writing off my nice (yeah really!) old Trek Madone.

Feh

go on...

Actually mine have been ok. I'm just over never knowing what state the flat's going to be in when I come home.

You also have to factor in that I'm a massively obsessive neat freak, so my idea of tidy/clean may not reflect the general consensus.

Speaking of flatmates.....

Post the milk saga last week, yesterday someone decided to throw my bread in the bin!?!? (rubbish bin, not bread bin ;)
Wasn't mouldy, stale or otherwise (WAC) also had two apples disappear!

Glad im not living with these lot next year!

i hate being stuck behind a rubbish truck while riding in this morning. i also had a nasty hangover so all i could do was just slow right down and let the truck get well ahead of me... it was a nasty, nasty smell....

i hate being stuck behind a rubbish truck while riding in this morning. i also had a nasty hangover so all i could do was just slow right down and let the truck get well ahead of me... it was a nasty, nasty smell....

Pukes on drops