Friday, August 26, 2005

Nothing is as annoying as a spoiled little brat rich teen-something girl who runs across an acquaintance (not a friend) at the mall (of course) and completes her conversation in closing by loudly shouting "kisses." The only way to make this more annoying is to add some actual air-smooching to the mix. The candy coated syrup crap drives me insane, and the little spoiled daddy's girl needs to be forced to drive home in a rusted pickup truck, rather than daddy's spare Lexus, after her "friend" scratches her eyeballs out with her financed manicured nails.