Stuff Rachel Fucking Hates

Myself, for not blogging for so long, etc etc

That there does not exist a 24-hour coffeeshop in my vicinity It is not my fault that I feel the urge to be sitting in a semi-public space with a pot of tea and an overpriced laptop at its strongest approximately a half hour before the latest-open coffeeshop closes. I assume this is one of the things that Obama’s socialist revolution will fix.

Back pain AM I RIGHT, LADIES

The future I think I recall an informal poll of the AS staff, possibly conducted via a social media tool, revealed that our #1 reason for psychotherapy or prescription drugs was “fear of the future.” I relate to this feeling.

Stupid tattoos Seriously you guys there are so many of them! I was going to link to some but I can’t, I just can’t. They make me upset and angry in a way I cannot describe. I don’t know. Knowing that you got a tattoo of that chick from Psycho on your calf makes me roughly as disheartened about the state of the world as nine-year-olds on diets and that Bridezillas show. THAT’S THE ONLY CALF YOU HAVE. Well I mean it’s one of two. But still.

The Christina Aguilera/SamRo media clusterfuck If one were to design a “news story” to be specifically irritating to me as a person, or to more accurately define “opposite of an actual news story,” this would be it. Actually I guess it could also involve sexting or something, but other than that.

The ending of Freedom makes me feel generally sort of sad and resigned about our emotional and moral capabilities as humans. I don’t know how else to say it. “She cried for some long while then, some ten or a hundred minutes.” I don’t know. I mean, JFranz is no Jonathan Safran Foer, if you know what I’m saying; it’s not like you’re being hit in the face with a shovel shaped like 9/11 or the Holocaust. But still. It’s no rollicking good time like Never Let Me Go, if you know what I’m saying!

General sense of confusion and bewilderment at the idea of “going outside” It has been pretty beautiful out lately, if by beautiful you mean “not as cold as one might expect for this time of year” and that is indeed what I mean and I keep thinking that I should really “enjoy” it and “get out in the fresh air” but it turns out that I have not really grown up at all from the bookish little girl who was at a complete loss for what to do when told to go play outside. Like, what do you do there? Sandbox? Walk to the bank to deposit tips into checking account? Walk by cupcake bakery but realize that one cupcake is not work 1-1.5 hours worth of tips? Walk to a coffeeshop and tip someone else? I am doing it wrong, and painfully aware of that fact.

Another one of my friends at work was fired this week. As I think Emma observed, you can most faithfully recreate this situation at home by singing the Antoine Dodson youtube sensation, replacing “raping” with “firing.” Like really, they’re just firing everybody. After being shocked and sad, I thought “I’m glad I burned her that An Horse cd, even though I was worried it would be weird/too much.” I also thought that probably Scott just split his dinner with me because he felt bad, and I was grateful for that, but did not say it.

When people misspell “lose” as “loose” Least favorite typo, amirite?

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3 responses to “Stuff Rachel Fucking Hates

  1. Brianna

    I hear you re: going outside. The most I’m outside is when I’m walking across the parking lot at work. I am pathetic. Also I’m afraid of the future and my back hurts.

  2. mon

    re: freedom, i just finished reading my early-proof UK edition copy and am interested to compare to the final proof, because either i am missing something or i am missing something. i feel resigned to having to read it again very soon.

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