The petty things that make me grumble

Perhaps this may be a weak excuse for a post... but I present to you a list of things that piss off this Princess:

-The fact that I have had a nice profound post half written for days now, but haven't had the time to appropriately finish it off yet, and thus have to resort to a list post.

-Tied in with this, the fact that no time to write for fun also means less time to read for fun, which means I am falling behind on all the lovely blogs I was able to keep up with so well during the summer. Trust me, I am wondering about everyone, and hoping to dedicate the TLC y'all deserve sometime soon.

-The bus service in my city. It is not cool to wander over to the bus stop with plenty of time to get to one's fitness class, only to find that because of construction, the bus route has changed. Not to, say, a street over, but rather 6 blocks over, meaning that you arrive at the bus stop by the time you were supposed to arrive downtown.

- The smarmy real estate agent selling the house I live in. He has huge jowls and the fakest smile ever. (For Canadians out there- he is Ralph Klein's twin), and can't seem to sell this amazing house, thus meaning that I have had people wandering through my suite regularly for three months now!

- When you are chowing down on a delicious sub, and somehow, in the middle of it, you bite directly into an onion. Instant gag reflex. And how does an onion make it into the lettuce tub at Subway?

- The fact that, even when I wear a knee length skirt, some dirty old guy still tries to look up it when I go down stairs.

- When, on your first day of your hip hop dance class, the instructor calls you up to the front of the class to use as an example of poor feet coordination.

- Small band groupies. I used to think groupies of more mainstream bands were aggravating... but going to a small local show this weekend, and seeing how all the girls would elbow each other to have the chance to dance provocatively in the front, made me realize that having a real chance to hook up with the lead singer is a very bad thing.

- Being tricked into buying cheap freezer bags only to discover they have no ziplock on them.

- The fact that every girl on the outside of a Halloween costume package has breasts up to her chin, which leaves me wondering if the costume will even fit someone, like myself, whose breasts only go as high as my chest.

- And even if it does fit my chestal region, it would cost me $75 to be clad as a naughty cop or Vampira.

- The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Wii game, which sucks nearly as much as the movie. I really don't care for your continuing words of wisdom, Splinter.

- The fact that you can't wear socks with so many women's shoes, so at the end of the day, your feet smell brutal.

- The fact that all dress pants are made for tall people, so I always drag my cuffs in puddles when I'm trying to pretend I'm professional. And don't tell me to just get them hemmed. I'm stubborn. I think I should be able to get pants that fit me without having to take that extra step.

- PT Cruisers. Retro isn't always a good thing.