HEY! Soul sister...

The world is full of so many sorts of annoying people. Some people just really annoy you to your very core, though. How do they do that? I mean, perhaps they should be commended for annoying you so thoroughly. It takes a lot for a person to have absolutely no redeeming qualities, right?

It's like that Train song. I have such an intense hatred of that song. I hear it about twenty trillion times a day and I hate it every single time. I feel like I am living in a Cialis commercial. But shouldn't I give Train some credit for creating something so loathsome? I mean, obviously someone loves it or else every radio station wouldn't play it all day every day. It's like it's our collective background music right now. Does it describe the general mood of the nation? Wholesome? Happy? Plucky little guitar strings. Hey, soul sister! Oh man, cringe. It makes me want to bang my head against a wall.

Now, the constant inclusion of this song in my life--what is its effect? Does it make me a happier person because I can focus my negative energy solely on this one thing that I hate? Or am I a more hateful person because it is constantly pulling me down into the depths? Does hating one thing a lot make you just generally hate? I don't know. I have been rather irritable this week.

Oh, now here comes someone that annoys me. If he says "signage" one more time, I could snap. Now, if Train were playing RIGHT NOW... Would I be more or less annoyed with him repeatedly saying "signage" like it makes him cool?

Why do teenagers think that arguing with you and saying they're an adult will make them seem more adult?

Why do people insist on going through a door with a silent alarm that they've been repeatedly asked not to go through?

Well, I know the answer to that...Because otherwise they'd have to walk an extra 30 feet.

I don't know, I didn't mean to write a blog where I just complained. And yet here I am.

I've been working on a rather lengthy blog to tell you about Andrew Jackson. You may not even know that you care about Andrew Jackson yet. But I've got about 1000 words on what a badass he is and I'm not even up to his Presidency yet. So look for that in the month of April. That's the optimistic guess.

Tomorrow the sun has decided to elude me so it looks like Laguna Beach Season 1, Disc 1; The Last Song; and outlet shopping for me! Punctuation be damned!

And if you're the person who is requesting that damn Train song then please, I beg of you, stop. I might even rather hear that Michael Buble song. No, no I wouldn't. I suppose there's always a worse thing.