ALL MINE, BITCHES.If I didn't let the little things in life bother me, I'd probably be a happy person. I mean it. Not just happier, but genuinely happy. Things like... having the exact amount of change. That makes me happy. But then I always manage to drop the dime in between the seats as I pull up to the drive-thru window. Or people that don't know how to drive; we all know my history with female drivers. Or watching as your ex-girlfriend moves from guy to guy with each passing week. If I could just be... I don't know, say... STUPID AND IGNORANT, my life would be about 1000% better. I think we all know where I'm going with this. Exhibit A:  It all belongs to me. Exhibit B:  In case some of you are maybe missing it... the word "you're" is a contraction of the words "you" and "are". The word "your" is POSSESSIVE. It means you have ownership over something. It takes two lousy seconds to make sure you add in the occasional apostrope and and "e" at the end of the word to make yourself look slightly smarter than we all know you really are. I don't know why I bother writing any of this. I know I'm going to get emails after this that all say stupid shit like "your so mean but your site is kool". It saddens me that as a nation we seriously have lost our grip on our ability to communicate effectively. It's lose, not loose. It's y'all, not ya'll. |