10 Things I Hate About ... You.

Coops hates on the following:
1. Dirty bastards that pick their noses in public arenas, and whilst I'm speaking about the nose area in general, I also can't stand people who sneeze and don't cover themselves.
2. People on flights that put their seat as back far as humanly possible so that they are comfortable but your knees no longer fit in your seat area.
3. The bloated disgusting feeling you get after eating something filling.
4. That there is no fat free, sugar free, calorie free cupcakes. Or french fries. Or anything good - fuck food. Eating is cheating.
5. People that think that the person they are sleeping with can't tell the difference between sex and something more substantial and that say stupid shit to them like 'let's stay in touch' when they mean 'this is nothing more than this moment and this moment is gone'
6. Girls who whinge about boys. I really do think humans are just fucked and selfish in general. Sorry.
7. The ability to truly desire someone for their mind, to know that you connect with them completely on an intellectual level - to know that mind fuck alone is probably better than most of your other sexual encounters will ever be... but to still have no desire to rip their clothes off and drag your fingers against their skin.
8. The fact that marriage is such a common goal set out for people in this day and age, still. That if you don't get it done with sooner or later you are either lonely, ugly or fat. I know people feel sorry for me for being single. Don't. I feel sorry that you're so fucking tied down.
9. That the word 'cunt' has rarely any effect on people anymore. I liked it so much more when people were still shocked that someone said it. Note: This is only in effect when using the word to refer to something bastardized. Saying the c-bomb in reference to female genitalia is actually beyond inappropriate and doesn't ever sound sexy.
10. Labels. If you don't get that on it's own - go. Just, go. You're not welcome here. Haha.


Vent out.

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