[hating]

things i currently hate.
people who use their phones as a portable stereo. not an mp3 player, but as a stereo. like hey asshole, i dont want to hear your music. i didn't ask for some background music to our conversation. we're not in a movie. some of my friends do it. i dont usually say anything, but i'm saying it now. like sometimes i'll be sitting down and just chillin with a person, and they'll take out their phone and turn on some music.
1. the sound quality is horrible. imagine listening to an ipod with messed up headphones including no bass.
2. especially when you sing along with it, come on man. whats worse? listening to someone sing acapella with headphones on or someone singing to staticky music.
3. who said i wanted to hear your fuckin playlist!?
so next time you whip out your phone and turn on some ke$ha music for the people in 10 ft of you to hear, i'm going to scream randomly while you talk.

i live in an apartment complex. sometimes they mow the lawn at 830 in the morning on a saturday. ima befriend one them, and we'll go out drinking. ima get them wasted. and then im going to sleepover at their apartment and start vaccuming or singing kelly clarkson songs while doing laps at 5 30AM.

our printer jams once in a while. whenever it does, its pretty damn easy to unjam it. you reach over to the side, and open the flap, pull out the jammed paper. no biggy.
im in my office with my boss talking to one of our clients. then all of a sudden mr betes is screaming "FUCKIN DAMN IT! LARRY! THIS FUCKIN PRINTER IS JAMMED!". he must be in the copy/printing room. we pause a second, and continue to talk. then it we hear him smack it.
me: how was the drive?
client lady: oh it wasn't bad. just a little traff---
mr betes: GAHD DAMN IT LARRY! YOUR JOB IS JAMMIN UP THE PRINTER!
client lady:.....just a little traffic. but nothing horrible.
me: oh thats good cause usually theres----
mr betes: LARRY! GAHD DAMN!
boss: why don't you go see what he's hollering about.
me: fine.
i run in to the printing room.
me: WHAT
mr betes: your stuff is JAMMIN THE PRINTER MAN!
me: well then unjam it man. i unjam your shit all the time.
mr betes: I TRIED. ITS NOT WORKING. SO YOU DO IT.
mr betes walks out of the printing room.
then it clicked in my head. the printer is in the corner. mr betes weighs at least 350 lbs. the reason why he can't unjam the printer, is cause his fucking belly gets in the way! he can't reach over to the jammed part of the printer!
so sad. so annoying. but you gotta feel bad for the guy. but what a fucking asshole tho.