The phrase: "Attitude of Gratitude." I don't know why, but it makes me cringe. Every. Single. Time.
The Washington Post Social Reader Facebook app. I refuse to download the app because I don't want the entire Facebook community to know that I'm reading about "Beyonce's Incredible, Unique, Miraculous Pregnancy." This means, however, that I get to see all the tantalizing headlines from articles my friends are reading, without being able to read them myself. It's...maddening.
Spotify. For similar reasons.
Too-long eyelash extensions. Girls, having baby tarantulas attached to your eyelids is not attractive.
The dating scene. I would like to either be completely single and romance-less, or have a boyfriend who loves and adores me. None of this going on dates with boys who I don't actually like that much. None of these mini-crushes on menfolk who won't ever reciprocate. As Patrick Henry once said, give me true love or give me asexuality. Or, wait...that was...liberty...death...never mind.
Well, I think that's enough for today. That was wonderfully therapeutic. As always, thanks for listening, Internet friends.