Another Angry Rant

I realized this week that there is a certain habit people have that irks me. To make it short and simple I vehemently dislike little girls that giggle. Giggling should stop at the age of 8. Everything after is a sin in my eyes. It shows lack of composure, immaturity, and general stupidity. The only thing worse is a giggle accompanied by a playful slap. It's terrible when little Asian girls do it. From observation, they come off a little slutty or a little fobby... perhaps even both. I don't want to be stuck on a train full of slutty fobs or fobby sluts. Gross. I don't want 5000 years of Chinese civilization and all its accomplishments boiled down to little Asian girls... with pink Nike bags... with their thuggish wannabe boyfriends that have those ridiculous blonde rat tails. Good riddance.

The Jonas Brothers suck. This is like the second coming of Hanson but possibly with even less testosterone. This is rock music's answer to Soulja Boy. Ice-T said, "You're old enough to be my son but you just single-handedly destroyed hip hop." The effects will be similar. Anyone that sincerely enjoys their music should take a good, long look at themselves in the mirror... then drive their face directly through it. Then maybe you'll finally bleed the pathetic out of you... or maybe not. Either way I am satisfied.

Speaking of guys with guitars... I don't like guys who sit around with guitars for no reason. Strumming loudly when the situation doesn't call for it doesn't make you look sensitive... it is kind of irritating. Maybe that's just me.

Coldplay's Viva La Vida makes no sense. It's some sort of Christian worship song... IN DISGUISE. Isn't that a bit... subversive?

It is a bit late, but yes the Celtics won. I would like to thank the Lakers for handing us the trophy and totally cracking. Way to show some cahones. This is what happens when you have a EuroLeague team and your best player is a rapist. I felt pretty good when the entire Lakers bandwagon all across America ran away from it like it was a guy with an AIDS-infected needle. Did anyone see how crappy that Lakers crowd was? Too cool/wealthy to cheer?

I might buy an Ipod. Gasp. I'm selling my soul.

There's a kid who dribbles a basketball in front of my window. There is no hoop in sight. He just paces back and forth dribbling. I'm thinking of laying a trap of some sort... like a hidden Viet Cong pit of spikes. Yummy. I want sushi.