Pet Peeves are those anthills that you turn into mountains because it somehow presses your buttons and takes you on a first class trip to angryville.

I have a few pet peeves but one that really irks the fck out of me is “when someone blows their nose in my presence" – eff, eff now, excuse yourself and go lets say in the bathroom?

Its rare moments like these where I get the urge to step out of character, and slide tackle a crab upside their head. *woosah* zen habits don’t seem to cure these vile acts from getting under my skin …