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I hate it when people cut me off and drive like pussies. I mean, Christ, if you're going to cut me off, do it with some goddamned authoritah, lest I drive my mid-sized SUV straight up your Civic's ass.

I hate getting IMs from people who want me to help them with their font stuff. It irritates the bejesus out of me. In a similar vein, I hate it when people email me with a graphic and ask, "What font is this?" I'm sorry...does my website say anything about a font-matching service? Am I supposed to just roll over and spent an hour or two trying to find the source for some obscure font just because I get an email from you? Not fucking likely. Go irritate the guys at AGFA MonoType. They're assholes anyway.

Never getting hit on. mso tells me I'm about an 8 (on a 1-10 scale). I'm told I'm a good-looking guy. So where the Hell are the chicks? Am I that unapproachable? Jesus. I know I'm not so obtuse that I'm overlooking it. Or maybe I am. Who the fuck knows?

Thinning hair. I need a job if for no other reason than to get the Propecia/Rogaine Cocktail going. My shit's thinning out and I don't like it at all. Sounds vain, but I like having my hair.

The India-Pakistan Conflict. Would you two fuckers just nuke the shit out of each other and get it over with? I've always been bummed about my non-existence during the days of "Duck and Cover", and would, just once, like to see a limited nuclear exchange before I die. Hint to the Pakis: hit New Dehli twice please. The world has too many people, and if you're going to go out, do us all a favor and take a large percentage of the population with you. Thanks.

The war in the Middle East. Isn't it time, someone kicked Israel in the nuts? Free Palestine Now!

Living at home. There's something so inherently wrong with being 29 and living in your parents' basement. This relates to the job thing, mentioned above. Oh well, at least it's a finished basement and there's a couple of T1 lines in here. That's so nice.

Ugly Kid Joe. "AND I HATE EVERYTHIIIING ABOUT YOU!"