I’m becoming a cranky old lady. Here is a short list of things that I can no longer tolerate: hashtags, group texts, the slightest hint of heartburn, shitty cocktails, a lack of available parking spaces, traffic, being late for anything, being kept waiting for anything, passive aggressive announcements of “friend-cleaning” on Facebook, or for that matter – Facebook, mint in anything other than Thin Mints or Altoids, bananas in anything other than a peel, olives, staying up late when I’m really tired, or kids who talk back. It’s a good thing I don’t know any kids like that.
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Haha! Kim you are hilarious (#funny!) Can you please add parking lots? I cannot in any way shape or form tolerate those. And I will be happy to eat all of your olives. (But not your shitty cocktails!)
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