[Sever]

Actually i'm pretty easy. Nothing much really bothers me, and when it does, it's usually something that rarely happens. Which means there is hardly any chance of it developing into a pet hate.

Like that time i lent a CD to a friend of mine who promised to return it the next time he saw me. He did. Two days later. It must have been a great weekend because it came back scratched and dirty. But that's OK. I mean, i only lent it to him once. So i can't really be upset with him. Can I?

Or those people with the funny machine voices who ask you ever so politely to 'hold' when i'm trying to pay a bill or contact someone important. I mean, it's not like i had anything else to do. And they're such a big, important company with so much to do and so many clientele that they couldn't possibly answer everyone's queries immediately. Could they? After all, it costs money to hire people to answer phones. And the music's very soothing. Just what you need really. After all, it's better for all concerned if i fall asleep after twenty minutes of *pseudo-mech-femme voice* "please hold..." *end pseudo-mech-femme voice*. I wouldn't want to lose my cool... Would i? pleaseholdpleaseholdpleaseholdpleasehold... I mean, would it be so rude if i stuffed that handset down my pants and told you to HOLD THIS, BIATCH?..

Or those *involuntary flinch* people who come around to my house. My house. And ask me if i want to be like... like... THEM!

Or Kylie Minogue? *flinch*

No, scrub that. How 'bout every 'pop' singer! *pseudo crap singing voice* Look at me! I'm dead sexy. Look at my sexy body. If you keep looking eventually you'll forget that i'm a STupiD liTle TraMp that CAN'T SING for @#$%!

A toasted ham n cheese sanger from Mcdonalds. Why do *shudder* people want to buy *cringe* toasted ham n cheese sandwiches from... McDonalds? *shakes head in disbelief* Why People? It's not food. Look at it! Look at that, that cheese. And that ham? That's not ham! I could slowly chew the leather off my boots and have a more nutritious and tasty meal...

Or my friends *shudder* who have got nothing better to do than to play games on MY computer. And they're so hopeless. HOPELESS! and they sit there! Right there! Dying over and over and over and f@#$%n OVER and they NEVER GET ANY BETTER!!!

Or driving with my dad. Who sits there and picks his nose. And i look away. But i know. I know. That he's still doing it! So i tell him not to. But every time i turn my head, he's doing it AGAIN! And AGAIN. And, and... STOP THE CAR I'M GOING TO @#$% KILL YOU!!!...

*composes self*

But, like i said, I'm Easy. Aren't I?