  Things that make me sad: - When I rant to my mom about how much I hate Rupert and the fact that he won the additional million and then I get back upstairs and realize that she TOTALLY WAS NOT LISTENING AND DID NOT CARE. AT ALL. - When I dream that I had a tiny little grey kitten that I held all day and I wake up and there is, in fact, no kitten. Hell, I don't even LIKE kittens. - The fact that I can best my boyfriend at EVERY ARGUMENT WE HAVE EVER HAD.
* Related, the fact that we barely ever have anything to argue, much less fight, about. Sometimes I need an itty bitty fight to spice things up. Does this make me a horrendous bitch? Ok, I can deal with that. - The fact that my english teacher had to look up the word "argument" in class today to see if there was an 'e' in it. What is UP, California public school system? - When I dream that I have these wicked hott tattoos on my hips and I look stunning in low rise jeans and I wake up to find that neither are true.
- Blogger comments. NOT PART OF THE LIST BUT BEAR WITH ME BECAUSE IT NEEDS TO BE SAID. Gentlemen, and Ok I guess Ladies too: When you respond to a compliment with arrogance, it does not come off as cute or cheeky, it comes off as "asshole". There's your goddamn PSA for the day. 
