u wanna know what really grinds my gears????

heres to me as i rant over the ways of my world...

What really grinds my gears..

Ppl who chose to continually pump the cross walk button whilst impatiently waiting for the pedstrian man to turn green.
ONCE is suffice nig. Its not gonna change any faster. If i was that button. I would just let u wait another 2 mins. Just for GRINDING my gears.

them young ones that think they look so COOL chuffing their fags and riding their bmx bikes. Pull up ur emo jeans and get some clean underwear on moite..

ridiculously stubborn ppl that cant get their mind around the fact that... the truth STINKS. I'd like to dedicate this to a colleague of mine. Shes preggers, with what the dr has told her is a girl. Her and her partner want a boy. She wants a girl merely for the fact "that she can have the first kid to carry on the family name". Apparently in her family, the first born male is the most important. After the news of the childs gender, she went on to another gp, only to b told the same news. She still doesnt believe them. Cheers to her if she prove em wrong. One more thing to add. In this family, when one of the couples found out that they were with child, the other couples followed suit. Its all abt having what the other has in this family. Thats what grinds my gears. Family competition. Even over having a child. Pathetic.
Also.. back to the unborn child. Its ur flesh and blood. Dont hate it just coz it wasnt born the right gender... this truth should never stink. Smile n b happy. And stop grinding these gears of mine.

pay-per-view WWE/ECW/RAW matches. Stevo pays bloody enough for foxtel, without having to pay to watch special telecast wrestling matches.

really impatient ppl. Example. I was waiting in line to ask a few questions regardingmy hbf membership. (as i find i cant seem to articuate myself very well over the phone - i like to go in in-person).. theres this biatch in the line that couldnt stop tsk-ings and tapping her feet and fidgetting. JUST GET OUT OF THE FRIGGIN LINE IF U CANT HACK THE WAIT. Before i kick yo booty out the door with my wound up gears...

telemarketers. Well.. who doesn't. But these days, when i pick up the fone... i don't get the sound of freshly made curry on the other line... lately ive gotten an american sounding machine recording that says.. "please hold onto the line. There is someone that wishes to speak to you regarding an important matter" .... F U you yank machine. How dare you waste my time, making ME wait while i get transfered to the curry vendor...

(sorry if i've offended any indians out there. Its just that 99% of the time, the telemarketers i've had are indian. I call indians curries.. curry munchers even... Crunchers for short.)

Disorganised ppl. Nothing peeves me more than ppl that don't have a clue of the important things that they involve themselves in/others in. If you organise a get together/trip... and then CANCEL... please inform all the ppl you;ve invited. We cant read ur mind.

Anonymous random msgs that ask me how i am, tell me of how long i havent seen anon, and if im free to catch up with them, Who is this? And y are u too chicken shit to CALL? and why after so long do you chose to msg me? What do u want from me... ? Sometimes... these msgs are seriously purely random. From persons i dont know. I think. Im never too sure as i've never replied. Dont grind my gears even more by making me lose credit just msging back dear random.

The fat kid that decided to jump in the elevator. I thought it was gona break. Then i thought i was gonna break him.
Lucky for him it was my stop.

Ppl that do up excels. This doesnt reallygrind my gears exactly. I think its funny.... now that i think abt it.. Ha! tossers...

Ppl that chose to type like this. I think kimmye knows what i mean. It Is ThE AzN kEwT thiNg to Do lahh.
i waNa eAt αρρℓє.. вαиg вαиg вαиg... 4nd hav3 a n1c3 n4p. There is no friggin NEED to decorate ur bloody sentences fools. English is a complicated enough language without you fucking about with fancy charcters and substituting numbers for letters.

i think thats enough for now. I gotta calm myself down now after unleashing some of my pet peeves.

p.s. Thank you peter griffin, for starting me off on my 'grind my gears" crusade