I bet you want to know what pisses me off. If you don’t, oh f***ing well. You’re going to know.
You know those chicks who major in English Lit, spend their time on their laptop at a crowded Starbucks, sitting near the window at a table they don’t share because their Arctic Monkeys messenger bag is more deserving of rest than a tired customer who spent all day at work and was looking forward to winding down in a chair with their favorite cup of coffee, type away on their keyboard, probably writing on tumblr about the lack of feminist movement at their university and if not that, writing about how f***ing awful most women are?
No? How fortunate.
Yeah? We’re on the same page.
Those chicks need to go get a Brazilian wax with volcanic lava.