Pickle Rage!!!

Don't ask from whence the pickle rage commenced...Just accept it. As demonstrated by my fine friends who understand the pickles and their damn smugness. Little jerks. For some reason they always find their way up people's bums and we don't like those people as a result. Many a pickle has ruined a persons fun.
Did you know that cadillacs are a pain in the rear to parallel park? You would think that the stereotype of old people not being able to drive would be their fault.When in truth, it's those dang cars they drive. Boats were not meant for the road.
Also noted this week is that a severe lack of sleep can make one slightly crazed. Seeing as I couldn't figure out why my laptop was bust for half an hour until I noted that it wasn't plugged in. Felt utterly ridiculous and banned myself to bed for rest of night.
Does anyone need 250 dollar sunglasses? I don't think I can justify that cost for myself....but I will spend 130 on a watch? Whatever, I enjoy the fickled spending habits of the female. ( I mean come on! It has three different bands to choose from!)
Needless to say I have hidden my debit card until further notice.
Ever notice how when you sign up on some web community it ends in tears? For example this week all my contacts were baraged with an email to join this group even though I didn't want this impersonal email sent out to not only my friends but to ex-boyfriends who haven't had anything to do with me for 4 years and suddenly think I want to get all up ons again...*sigh* Awkward feelings rise to surface and cause, well we'll call it naseau from stress.
Now I must figure out how to survive coming family gathering anyone wanna come and pose as my boyfriend so no more questions are asked of me? For some reason if you're not seriously attached to someone by my age your family gives you pitying looks. If you don't mind being put to work and eating good food it's a prime job. I'll pay you in penny candies. (Ex-boyfriends need not apply.) I hear we may be having steak. Eh? How about it?
Okay so found poetry on homeless guys apparently weirds them out. Who knew?