This is the peeveblog. Our goal (yours truly, Jay and Ryan) is to paint our own image of the world through the lens of buzzkilling and supremely annoying slights that just, shall we say, rub us the wrong way. Ryan and I are sitting next to each other on a late late monday night (or tuesday morning) after a long round of four player Left 4 Dead. I shall lay down the first peeve in this chronicle of many.
Peeve #1: Stretchy T-shirt Necks.
I can't stand them. At all. Not even a little bit. I take a fair deal of heat from my girlfriend on this one too. I can't even sit on leather couches. The shirt rubs up on it and I get the stretch. Maybe a little warm outside. Then the INEVITABLE occurs.
The neck on my t-shirt stretches out all over the place. I look and feel like a fat kid who just ran the boston marathon for twinkies. Or like the chubby kid from Plaistow, NH with the awkward long hair who went to Hampton Beach with his parents the weekend after the Nascar race at Loudon and took a dip, came outside, got a sloppy italian sausage with burnt onions and then blew his year's worth of allowance money at the arcade trying to get first place in Daytona USA.
So so so so so irritating. It might be strange, you might not be able to relate, but I hate it and it just rubs me the wrong way. Just let it be.
Jay
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