Shit I’m over:
How much Paris rules. If I have to look at one more dreamy photograph of windowsills in the Marais or hipstamatic views of the Eiffel Tower, I might quit the internet.
Sleeping in. At one time, I couldn’t help but sleep in. My body naturally stayed in REM until noon-ish. Now, as an old lady, nothing bothers me more than sleeping late. Seriously, the other day I bounced out of bed at 6am and had a workout, cleaned my bathroom and made a killer lunch before arriving to work on time. I felt super human.
Hangovers. So so so over it. Unless it’s raining and someone brings me McDonald’s and I don’t have to work the next day and there’s nothing going on that night – then hangovers are pretty OK. (see also: people who talk about their hangovers)
Walking to get places. Having a bike makes you loathe walking. It takes forever and it’s boring. Note: I don’t mean strolling. That’s entirely different. Or meandering. I mean, actually having to get somewhere and being forced to go on foot.
Brunch. What’s wrong with eating lunch? Eggs are for all times of the day, why do we have to give eating them after 11am a special name? There’s usually a lineup or your order comes out all wrong and you always look half-shitty since you were out the night before (which is why this is your first meal of the day so you can’t call it ‘lunch’).
Professional Haters. I spend a lot of my time being cyber-angry at people on Twitter for hating on PR #Fails. (note: I am in PR). I want to @ to them that the people sending ridiculous pitches are probably interns/entry-level and are just following direction to “Email everyone on this list.”. I have been there and it happens so often in agency, you wouldn’t believe. But I can’t say anything because I’m in PR and we need journalists to like us. #sucks
Shit I’m into: