please stop it italicizing at me.

I really hate when bloggers and writers think that what they are saying is so profound and prolific that it must be highlighted, put in bold, underlined or put in a bigger font. I get that you want the reader to really understand what and how you're saying it but come on. If your writing isn't good enough to do that so you need gimmicks and visual effects to get your point across, try writing better. This does not apply to being cute or fun or just adding some color or pizazz to a page but to writers who are being serious and really trying to make a point. One of my favorite bloggers to read is Brandy from It's like I'm... mmmagic. She writes profound and heartfelt posts and that girl needs no gimmicks. Her writing speaks for itself and people feel her words without any bold necessary. That's writing to me. Can you imagine reading a book where its all bolds and highlights? I can and its called a comic book. There are pictures and very few words involved. I think I just hate that everyone calls themselves a writer these days because they can put words together on the internet. The 6 year old kid I babysit can do that and I assure you he would call himself a kid, student and hockey player and not a writer.

Also? I hate people who think I want to read their views on entertainment and fashion and awards shows. That's what Perez Hilton and Joan Rivers are for.

I do love when people talk about recipes though because who doesn't want to know how to cook better and see what real people think. I love you Rachel Ray but those meals are not 30 minutes and we all don't have a fully stocked kitchen with every food and utensil ever made. Also I like seeing how real people substitute weird ingredients.

I hate how red wine can stain lips.

I hate when jeans lose their shape after a wear and I consistently have to rewash my fav pairs.

I hate losing pens, when I run out of contact solution right before bed, dropping my toothbrush and having to get a new one in a less pretty color, overcooked steak, when it's to hot to sleep, when I really miss someone, hypochondriacs, and when drive thru's get my order wrong.

Also I hate when I'm so cold my nose/hands/feet gets cold and how long laundry takes in fancy washers and dryers even though it's well worth it.

Love,
Veronica



ohh....I don't hate my new tattoos.

Comcast, I hate you.

So I'm at the Hilton Garden Inn for a wedding this weekend and I have to say I am loving it. I love that I can use the business center since I don't have a laptop. I can finally blog and check up on celebrity gossip and gchat. Clearly I have priorities.

Betty and I are thinking about blogging about our working out and fitness goals. Its about the tone-age not the poundage. Having a best friend makes things much easier for motivation.

I am currently hating like crazy on Comcast because they extremely messed my bill up causing me to have to cancel just to get a final and correct bill. Which went from $463 to $152 because of all their mistakes. The problem is I don't get AT&T U-verse in my neighborhood and Comcast sucks. Sure some reps are amazing but often others screw things up and make mistakes that Comcast refuses to correct.

Comcast screwed up my bills so mad, then didn't send them for months, then admitted they made a mistake and tried to screw me over with credits that didn't add up to their mistakes and only gave me them when I did the math with them over the 4 hour phone call.

Sidenote: Hey Hilton Garden Employees? Clearly your behind the counter room is RIGHT next to the business center so I hear every.single.word. of your conversations. Like "Mike! Hey, where did you come from? From my mother but thats a long story". While funny, it's also rather annoying.

So, back to Comcast. They let my ex use my SS# for his account and then when I found out and sent in a transfer, which they have record of, they refuse to change it. They keep saying they will call me back but never do.

After 4 years of defending you, I officially and forever hate you. Your 6 month deals suck and so does your service.

Hello RCN or direct tv.

Love,
Veronica

I Don't Hate My Boobs - I Hate You for Staring

Yesterday I decided I wanted a sandwich for lunch and was extremely stoked for the cookie I always treat myself to when I go there. I stood in line and walked up to the counter when it was my turn. Here's how that went down:

Sandwich Guy: Hi, how can I help you?
Betty: Hi, can I have a veggie sandwich on wheat with no mushrooms?

...silence...

Sandwich Guy: um, sorry what was that?
Betty: Veggie on wheat, no mushrooms

...silence...

Sandwich Guy: um...sorry I'm distracted. What didn't you want on it?

As I looked up at the guy, I realized why he couldn't remember what I ordered and why he was distracted- he was staring at my chest.

Why do some guys think this is acceptable?

I've talked about this before, but I have big boobs. And I love them. When I was young, I stuffed my 32AA bra thinking I was cursed. Then out of nowhere, they showed up in full force. At 17, I was stoked that I had this body. Then the staring started. Young guys, old guys, guys in suits, guys in baggy jeans, guys in cars, guys on bikes, it didn't matter. My first real job was that summer as a receptionist. Every few days a guy would walk in and gasp and I knew what was coming - something along the lines of "wow, you look great...I'd love to take you out sometime..." When I informed them that I was 17 they would say "well, I'm ok with that if you're ok with that." Actually creepo, I'm not ok with that. And god help them if they tried that line on one of the days my dad was in the office. All hell broke loose a couple times that summer.

Before long, I became known to my then good friend's friends as "oh yea, your friend with the massive chest." I was devastated. I wasn't "the smart girl with a college scholarship" or "the girl who makes awesome mix tapes" or even "your friend Betty". My breasts were the thing that defined me and I hated it. I even had a guy tell me "well, if you don't like people staring, you shouldn't show them." I tried to hide them. I even attempted to tape them down like Christina Ricci did in "Now and Then", but it just made me look ridiculous. The truth is that when you have big boobs, you can try to distract from them, but really you can't hide them. I could wear a turtle neck covered in a potato sack topped off with one of those puffy winter coats and I would still have breasts. I'm a woman - it's ok to look like one.

Do I realize that guys may quickly glance? Yes. And that doesn't bother me. But the full on staring like I'm a walking art exhibit or something is completely different. I've learned to come up with witty comebacks and how to call guys out, but I shouldn't have to. I'm not going to hide or be ashamed. I'm not one for wearing low cut clothes or showing lots of cleavage, but I will rock a plain black v-neck tshirt and not feel bad about it.

So guys who think that it's acceptable to stare at me because of my breasts - I really hate you.

Love,

Betty

No taksies No keepsies

I hate when people have something of mine and refuse to give it back. If you know you have my Tiffany's bracelet which I got when I graduated highschool, give it back. I don't care if you borrowed it and we lost touch, you're my facebook friend and I see you update so don't act like you didn't see my message in your inbox. FB leaves a little red notifier until you check it out. Rude.

I hate when someone has my xbox because I was nice enough to let them borrow it for a week while they get their cable set up and then when I ask for it back because my awesome best friend Betty got me an xbox live subscription and a netflix subscription and I want to start using it and never leave me house, they start acting shady. I hate that a month later they are still trying to be funny on the phone but are somehow never home or can't just drop it off to me. It's not yours. Plain and simple. Not. Yours.

Kindergartners learn about no taksies no keepsies, so why can't you?

I finally had to go over, tell them I was there, and was like, I'm taking it. They were like fine because what could they do? They knew that it was mine and they don't lock their door and the landlord has no problem letting me in. I hate having to act that way but enough is enough. So in addition to being a jerk, they make me hate them for putting me in a situation where I had to act against my more laid back nature.

I hate when people borrow my books and don't return them. Except for Betty and my Mom, I pretty much refuse to borrow books. Last time I borrowed my copy of Enders Game to someone, I had to track them down to a Walgreen's to get it back. My books hold sentimental memories for me, especially that copy and I wasn't about to let months go by without asking for it. I clearly learned my lesson from the Tiffany's bracelet.

Seriously though, Netflix? Amazing. I got to know 30 Rock pretty well last night and even took it to bed with me (thanks iphone Netflix app!) I watched some Up and you know that since Center Stage is on, I will be rewatching my fav scenes over and over.

Last week I definitely did not hate the amount of good looking boys I was in the company of. I saw "The Other Guys" with my hot hot friend/crush who is an amazing person and I can be 100% myself with. We had dinner and then saw the movie and I really don't know a nicer guy.

Then the next night I saw a friend I hadn't seen in about 5 years. We met, went out a few times and whatnot and have stayed friends all this time. He has been all over the place for school but we always have ghcat and whatnot so we've stayed pretty close. Tall and handsome, extremely intelligent (dude went to Harvard, what?), and funny, he's awesome. We hung out, had some food, and ended the night with a conversation on boy bands and lady gaga. I hate that more guys like that seem to live everywhere but my city. As Betty and the girls from B*Witched would say, C'est La Vie.

Also this week I saw my hot hook up. Well we always hook up when we see each other but we don't hang out otherwise although we have many mutual friends. Which leads me to why I hate people with big mouths who love to cause trouble and proclaim innocence. Seriously, don't you get tired of being so phony? Betty always says that whatever else people want to say about me, they always know where I stand. When you get caught being an asshole, don't blame it on the weatherman, blame it on yourself (what? 2 b*witched references? yeah that's how I roll). Anywho I saw the guy and it's nice to share a kind of darker, intimate, almost animalistic (is that even a word?) relationship that's very separate from my normal life.

I guess it's like Golidlocks searching for the right bed. I'll know it when it feels right but it can be fun trying to get there.

Oh! I hate when I let my hair air dry for too long before I blow dry!

Also, my new job (nothing exciting but something new and fun. Ever see the movie waiting? It's like that) Anway it has kept me super busy, I worked a double yesterday and my feet were dying! Thank God Liz Lemmon and Tracy Jordan were there to distract me.

Also Also....I already call JWoww for my Halloween Costume. LiLu, I expect something Jersey from you! I'll come visit if you do :)

Gators needs his gat. Don't go chasin waterfalls.

Seriously, go see "the other guys" before it leaves theaters.

Love,

Veronica

My Future Blouse is Not Your Washcloth

Dear Girls Wearing Too Much Makeup While Trying On Clothes,

I hate that you leave makeup residue on clothes you try on. You drive me crazy. Truthfully, I bet that you’re a pretty girl without covering your face with 20 different products, but I won’t judge – I’m a girlie girl who likes to wear makeup too. But please, can you be a little more considerate when trying on clothes?

There is nothing worse than going to a store when a beautiful silk top catches your eye and you can imagine 20 different ways you’d wear it and you realize there’s only one left and it’s in your size(!!!)…and then see that there are streaks of foundation on the front. The same applies for 1) bronzer, 2) blue eyeshadow, and 3) red lipstick I've seen on clothes recently. There are also instances of deodorant marks and awful drugstore perfume, but I'll let that slide. Sure, I could risk buying it and praying that it will wash out, but we both know this won't work. I know that the store definitely won’t let me return it and really, I don’t want to deal with it.

You know you’re wearing makeup. Take two extra seconds before pulling that shirt over your head to make sure you don’t touch your face. Not only will that allow me to add a gorgeous piece to my wardrobe, but you won’t have to walk around the store with streaks across your face. That's definitely not a good look.

Love,

Betty

the one where LC and Marilyn give great advice.

All you wonderful people who wished me Happy Bday? I love you. Your comments made my day and when you hear about my birthday, you'll know I needed it. So thank you from the bottom of my heart.

edit. so i took this post down because, while it did me good to get it off my chest and vent, im done and dont want to even remember it.

Love,

Veronica

No, I Did Not See What He/She Did/Said/Broke Up With on Facebook...

Facebook and I are in a fight.

I got facebook not too long after it started (I was "oh so lucky" to go to a college that got access to it early on). Needless to say, my friends and I were totally into it but it was really pretty silly back then. All my "friends" were people that I went to school with and the few friends from high school who also had access to it. I would read status updates from my roommate saying "boo, working on my psychology paper" and laugh because I could hear her typing away through the thin walls of our apartment. It was mostly useful as a place to share pictures from sorority formals and random nights of Karaoke Thursday.

As time went on more and more people were on facebook and it was actually kinda exciting to reconnect with people I went to high school with. And by reconnect, I mean either add them or have them add me as a friend and read their profile and say "oh, so that's what they're doing..." It got to the point where every day I would have 3 friend requests, all of which I said yes to because what was the point of being selective - it was just a silly website. And how I loved facebook, especially through my years of graduate school where I would spend countless hours during class or while studying for finals looking at people's status updates, pictures, etc. It even became a fun game of "facebook stalking" with friends and we'd all giggle at some of the ridiculous things we saw. Not something to be proud of, but we needed easy entertainment and this fit the bill.

I've noticed recently that what used to be a place to post info has now turned into a way of life. At least once a week I get a call or email saying "omg, did you see that he/she broke up with _____ because he/she hooked up with ____ when he/she drove down to _____. It's crazy, the whole thing is on facebook." I'm not going to lie, it's easy to get drawn into the gossip and gasp when you hear these stories. But the problem is that where I used to hearing about big life changes about people that I was "friends" with on facebook, I'm now hearing about engagements/pregnancies/cross country moves of my real, close friends. The conversation that results often goes as follows:

Betty: Holy crap, you're engaged/pregnant/moving to France?!
Friend: Yes! How exciting is that?!
Betty: Totally exciting...um, how come you didn't call me?
Friend: Oh you know, I didn't want to make someone feel bad by calling them first, so I figured I'd just tell all of you at the same time.
Betty: Right, I guess that works...
Friend: It's crazy, I actually changed my status update before I called my mom!
Betty: Wow...

It's more than just life changes. When people used to call and catch up, it turned into emails to say hi and now it's facebook messages or wall posts. I even had my father, who I no longer talk to, send me a Happy Birthday facebook message because he was "sure I'd see it". Now you actually have to look at the series of excessive status updates from people that you haven't talked to/have no desire to hear from and postings of people planting trees, buying cows, or whatever they do when they play farmville to read a message from your friend. And no matter how many time I change my privacy settings, people who I don't like or talk to find me and then question when I don't accept their friend request. I'm not a fan.

Several months ago I decided to take a facebook vacation. I'm a firm believer in "if you don't like it, don't read it". While it has been nice to avoid the stuff that annoys me, I have missed some important stuff from friends. Fortunately, Veronica keeps me in the loop of all our mutual friends, but I just can't stop thinking how ridiculous it is that refusing to sign on to a website can cause me to miss so much. And that deep down, I do miss the facebook stalking.

Am I the only one who feels this way?

It makes me miss my pen pals from 3rd grade.

Love,

Betty

Whats up with ScarJo?

Scarlett Johansson?
I hate you.

No, it's not because you married the talented and funny Ryan Reynolds which seems totally undeserved when I think of all the moronic things to come out of your mouth.

It's not because of your stupidly placed tattoo.

So why do I hate you? Yeah...okay...it's definitely all the stupid things that come out of your mouth that are both negative towards women, contradictory, and catered to the ideal of female sexuality as constructed by males....

“I definitely believe in plastic surgery. I don't want to be an old hag. There's no fun in that.”

Have you called up Hellen Mirren and told her that? Because I don't know if you're aware of her last photo shoot. She might be old but she is no hag and a natural beauty. Since aging is an inevitable process it's nice to see people embracing what we're supposed to look like

“I hope they make a video game of me. At least I wouldn't have any cellulite then.”

Again worried about your looks. While I get your job depends on looks, at least how you portray yourself and the roles you go for, ever thought of how stupid you sound when you say that and then say things like...

“If you're comfortable with yourself, then it's sexy. Maybe people think I look sexy because I feel sexy. I am a very liberated person that way. I'm very comfortable with my sexuality, my body, my face - well, sometimes I'm not comfortable with my face, but it's stuck there and there's nothing I can do about it.”

Right. You're comfortable with your sexuality except for looking old and any body imperfections. I actually don't find you liberated at all. I also like how only the things that you like are the things that males value sexually and the reason they see your movies, your body and breasts. Of course your face, which makes you unique, is what you don't like.

"Of course it's nice to be considered sexy, as a young woman in my prime. But I try not to think about the sexiness. And I never think about it being distracting."

You try not think about it but you always talk about it. Annoying. Also, it's not distracting?

"I was driving through Los Angeles and I look up and see the biggest photo of me I have ever seen in my life on a massive ad space. I screamed and slammed on the brakes. I couldn't believe it. It's very strange to see my cleavage the size of a brontosaurus. My breasts were huge. I had long hair and my goodness, I couldn't get past the cleavage."

okay...and? google yourself and thats all you see because thats all you show.

and my fav?

"I think that I sort of see other actresses are kind of proud of the way they look and show it off. That`s never really been my style. I really don`t think that it`s disgusting or wrong, if you`re 18 you`re 18, it`s your body, it`s your right to show yourself, however, I don`t really take a part in that. I like to look nice, but I think that there`s ways of doing it that are more tasteful than just wearing a bikini wherever you go. "

Oh how times change. I don't think there's a movie or awards show when your breasts aren't hanging out or being squeezed til they hit your face. As Betty pointed out, you being a skinny girl with big breasts is okay but being curvy like Christina Hendricks (from Mad Men) and having large breasts {read: normal and sexy} is someone disgusting. Don't fool yourself, you have some curves but you're a skinny girl with big breasts. I really see no problem wearing a bikini to the beach if you're 18, so please show me who does that atthe parties and places you go?

ScarJo, you have annoyed me in all your roles except for Ghost World, which was awesome {whats up thora birch? rip brad renfro :( }, I hated you in "He's Just Not That Into You", and I am sick of every interview/time I see you/you open your mouth there is always some stupid quote about your sexuality. Don't get me started on your views on monogamy...

I don't like that you think you're so sexually liberated but work and promote and perpetuate the industry standards of beautiful and sexy. I feel bad that you don't like you face. I think you recognize that it is a game but you embrace it and continue it and that makes me sad. I don't like you and the control you perceive to have over your sexuality. You say things like, "Being ultra-thin is not sexy at all. Women shouldn't be forced to conform to unrealistic and unhealthy body images that the media promote." but then you go on about how you take anti aging products, hate you face, and how a women's best compliment is being called sexy.

I don't think so. My best compliment is when someone recognized my intelligence or humor or things that I can control

Beauty is an accident. What you are inside is a choice.

So ScarJo? I hate you.

Love,

Veronica

{edit: I am not against plastic surgery, anti aging, botox, make up, etc etc. I really just don't like the message that sexuality is about looks and being perfect. However a person is comfortable is fine with me but do realize that without the media, most people wouldn't be clamoring for the physical perfection they crave. What a person finds sexy is subjective and these are just my opinions on an actress I really don't like. Again, hate is just a strong word for dislike}

I'm hating on today like Sue Sylvester hates on Mr Schue.

So today is a bunch of random hates building up the last few days.

Hey @brandabouttown, why do you use the same bloggers for all your events/giveaways who invite the same people to their parties but never buy stuff? All the"Nintendo enthusiasts" you have never seem to buy much. How about sending some of that love over here? Between Betty and myself, we know tons of girls/people who love and spend lots of money on games and whatnot. Hook us up and we'll invite bloggers who have cash and who never get the good invites. This is coming from a girl who has been a Nintendo fan since the first year it came out and her brother got 2 because it was so unsure who could even get one that we got lucky. I've rocked almost every version of gameboy, had the cube, have a DS, and love the wii (even though i don't have one but Betty does). My fav Nintendo game? Bubble Bobble! Okay...it might be Littlest Pet Shop but whatever! I still rock out to some NBA games and LOVE me some Call of Duty. So, hook some new people up, get some fresh blood and feedback!

Also? How come the same bloggers always get the same awesome giveaways and never send the gifts or their friends always seem to mysteriously win? What's up with that [ohhhh eeee whats up with that, whats up with that? I love you Kenan!]

Hey, people on my block? Seriously, SHUT UP! I am still hating on you. STOP making comments so that I have to change my dog walking route in order not to be harassed. I hate you.

Hey bad drivers, USE A TURN SIGNAL!! I am not a mind reader and when you slam on your brakes to turn with no notice, NOT COOL! Also, pulling out into the road to make a left and blocking traffic and then when you see it and have the room to back up and let me go and don't, go f*** yourself. Seriously, who gave you a license? Do not. I repeat, do not. give me that extremely stupid and fake blank look like 'what? I don't know why you would be mad I'm blocking traffic because I think I'm better since I drive a Mercedes." You're really not fooling anyone.

Hey motorcycles/bikes? If you want cars to respect you, respect the road. If I can't weave through cars during traffic, you can't either. If you want to make up your own lanes in between cars, don't wonder why cars hate you. Bikers, honestly where do I even start? First off wear helmets and then go find a mountain to climb.

Hey people who think Glee and Lady Gaga should be guilty pleasures that I should be embarrassed about? I don't think so. I need to feel no guilt about liking those things (especially when they are combined {Kurt: Lady Gaga is a woman! She's only the biggest pop act to come along in decades. She's boundary-pushing, the most theatrical performer of our generation, and she changes her look faster than Brit changes sexual partners.} I like that on my shelf I have my romance novels next to Vonnegut. I have a vampire shelf full of Charlaine Harris Sookie Books, True Blood DVDs, Twilight books and movies, and an Edward doll. It was on sale and I bought and so what? I have no guilt about what's on my DVR (Glee, a soap opera, True Blood, and Hannah Montana). I like what I like and no one is going to tell me that I should feel bad. I will say it proud and loud that I adore musicals. And what?

Now I'm going to put in Twilight on this super rainy day and enjoy me some Edward Cullen being awkward and hot and polite.

Love,

Veronica.

Who are the people in your neighborhood?

I hate my neighbors.

Remember the Sesame street song about the "people in your neighborhood"? You know the one..."Say, who are the people in your neighborhood? The people that you meet each day". Well, let me tell you about my neighbors. Trust me, you won't see NPH dancing around singing about telly's shoes or the Cookie Monster in my neighborhood.

What you will see are kids who need to simmer down and go to their own houses/apartments to drink their cheap beer and 40s and catcall to each other. Seriously, I don't care what you do but STOP LITTERING ON MY LAWN! My dogs don't need to choke on your chicken wings or huge slabs of beef jerky (seriously?). I know who lives on my block and let me tell you, a block full of families and special needs people (most of the block) are not out at 3am calling to each other from across the streets screaming "GIRL, WHERE YOU AT".

Also? I hate the men who sit at the end of the block on the church steps asking me if I "habla español" AFTER they have made a bunch of ridiculously gross, inappropriate, and icky comments about my body and what they'd like to do to it, in spanish. Thanks for asking after the fact. What tipped you off, my disgusted face as I rush my dogs along the block or me turning around and walking them the other way when I see you? Look I'm half spanish so this isn't rude, this is just a fact. This does lead me to the other neighborhood creeps.

Again while walking the dogs I stumbled upon 3 guys walking towards the busy street. One guy was super nice and polite, talking to my dogs, introducing himself and just being considerate. One guy was hanging back quiet and the third, oh lord was he trying my patience. First he was all "where you been at girl, you come from a club?" I was like what the what, I'm walking my dogs and wearing a halter cause its hot as hell, with jeans and flip flops, what club does he think I was at? But whatever, maybe I shouldn't hate on his ignorant ass because it could have been a weird way to tell me I looked nice, right? Yeah, no...because the next thing out of his mouth was "you know its my mans birthday, whats up, whats up". Excuse me? I will wish him a 'happy birthday' but I will NOT be giving him a happy ending. I hate how guys will be full on creeps while it's clear I'm picking up dog poop, not a man.

I hate the people in my neighborhood who take up 3 spaces of precious street parking instead of 1. We all know its a bitch to park, especially with limited spots and only 1 block where our permit is valid and half of them are handicapped spaces. So why be that asshole who pulls in between cars to make a few spaces into one because of the exact spacing, therefore becoming a bigger dick than kanye west to taylor swift. People, I will (and do) leave you hate notes on your windshields reminding you to be a considerate person but apparently manners went out with the Kennedy administration.

Also, would saying 'thank you' kill a person? I'm pretty sure my next post will be on how to handle no mannered tactless irresponsible assholes who don't know what the magic word is and think they're better then emily post.

I hate the people in my neighborhood and yes, I am that kind of neighbor that will peek out of my blinds and call the cops anonymously complaining about noise, loitering, litter, and tell the police I don't know whats going on but I see cars stopping and people handing them things in windows. Do not judge, I keep this place safe! If they have nothing on them, nothing to worry about.

Just be glad I don't have bricks to throw out of my windows at cars with alarms going off for hours and hours...

Love,
Veronica

Do Not Ruin My $10 Movie Theater Experience

Tonight I'm hating on people at movie theaters. I went to see a movie with the hubby and fortunately he got to leave work early and we were able to make a 4:30 show. I usually shy away from Friday nights at movie theaters because they are filled with lots of teenagers/popcorn all over the place/gross bathrooms/etc. I figured that the movie would start before people got off of work so it wouldn't be too crowded.

I was right and when we walked into the theater had maybe 30 people in it. The theater was huge - I'd guess it could sit at least 300 people. We picked our seats, got comfy and the previews began. Of course a few people came in during the previews which is totally normal. But just as the movie was beginning a group of 5 teenage boys walked in and decided to sit RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

When I go to a movie, I always make a point to not sit in front of anyone because I don't want to block their view and I want to give them the option to put their feet up on the chair. Of course, if the movie is sold out, you can't avoid it. But today, when there were 270+ other seats to choose from, they chose the seat in front of me...the seat that my feet were on...and proceeded to spend the entire moving rocking back and forth hitting my knees. Sure, I could have gotten up and moved to a different seat, but I was there first. Call it childish, but I believe in a thing called movie etiquette and these people did not follow it. I hate you.

Love,

Betty

Because I Can

Right now I am hating on people who go on twitter to say things like "oh no, dont spoil Glee" "omg people suck! why do they have ruin things #glee". Seriously? DON'T GO ON TWITTER! That's it. Easy. You won't know what happened and you will save everyone who follows you from having to roll their eyes and say "shut up" out loud so the person next to them looks up, wondering whats going on. I hate you.

Also? People who complain about being heavy on their blogs and clothes not fitting and then ALWAYS posting via their blogs/twitter/whatever how they eat chocolate and candy and sweets and go out to dinner all the time. It's no wonder you are gaining weight. Working out can only go so far...75% of losing weight is what you eat. I mean when I put on the lbs it's not a mystery to me, I know it's the chinese food and eating fast food and heath bars. It's not rocket science...I hate you.

I am calling out the bitch on Glee who is Jesse St James dance partner. That stank face, bad attitude, and aren't you like 35? She was all sorts of mean and poor Rachel!! Lead dance girl, I hate you!

Love,

Veronica