That stupid emergency pull cord on the garage door opener that I hit EVERY SINGLE TIME I get out of the car. Usually, I manage to avoid it getting into the car, but I can never quite figure out where it is when I get out. And then flick. Right on my head. I hate that thing.
Waiting for my top coat to dry when I do my nails. SO FRUSTRATING. What's even more anger-making? When I don't wait long enough and end up with smudges or bubbles or scrapes. Grrrrrrr.
How excellent I am at procrastinating. You'd think I'd be thrilled with myself for being so good at something. I mean, I'm world class. I'd be Olympic caliber, but I'm a pro and don't truck with amateurs. Which, actually, brings me to another thing that's anger inducing - the idiocy of having professional athletes play in the Olympics. Seriously? What part of AMATEUR ATHLETE do you not get? And everybody's doing is is not an excuse. You're better than that.
The inability of my body to regulate its temperature. COME ON. I cannot possibly be freezing and then 15 minutes later suddenly be able to melt ice cubes by standing near them. That is just not right. And it particularly makes me angry that it's always in that direction - freezing to core reactor meltdown. Do you have any idea how hard it is to cool down?
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