Yuck

A glimpse into my very own personal nightmare...

If you know me, you know how much I hate gum. Also, I truly have a distaste for people who chew it. Could you be more disgusting?! I can't think of anything more terrible. I'm going to put this strange gooey substance in my mouth and slobber around with it for a few hours and then proceed to either toss it on the ground or stick it wherever the hell I want to- just because I can. Ewww.

Today must be my lucky day. The most atrocious thing happened at the library just now. After sitting down at the computer next to "rude butt" (as chronicled below), I find that a grotesque someone has folded their spitty gum into a paper and left it as a gift for me. How kind!

NASTY.


Truly disturbed,

Hannah

Yuck

I apologize in advance if you have them, but these bags (and their many permutations) are just awful. And this is my opinion, but I cringe whenever I see them. And OH, how I see them. I see them everywhere- on every arm of every lady wearing polo shirt dresses and/or apparel constructed of what appears to be a quilt of every plaid. However, the only evidence of their heinous nature that you really need to know is that they are sold at a kiosk (a kiosk?!) in our very own Oglethorpe Mall.

Now I can only think of my mom ("Hannah, you shouldn't be so nasty"), so I'll say that "I don't care for this particular type of accessory" or "This purse doesn't suit my individual style". Sorry Mama, but...

Still grossed out,

Hannah