Rant

Being poor is one of my pet peeves. I hate it. It makes me cranky, puts me in a bad mood, and makes my sore back even more sore.

As I go on with life, I find more and more things to be annoyed over, it seems. It's very bad. You know, like certain kinds of weather, food, dumb people with their dumb jokes, words and demeanor, fashion-sins, how my quilts feel with my sheets, direction the toilet paper is placed, the toilet cover isn't down, noisy eaters, tap on the shoulder, pens of a certain weight, a traffic light too long .... Not to mention the things that should be on everyone's mind, like wars, poverty, natural disasters and stuff.

No wonder why my back got worse as the years go by.