You know what I hate?
Preachers.
Preachers are nosy, annoying, arrogant, pompous bastards.
Example:
Okay sure the commenter was kinda mean but I'm complaining about nosy people, not mean people. (Mean people are reserved for another day's complaints)
Well anyways, back to the point.
Some people need to seriously STFU especially when it involves condemning people to hell.
Everyone has their own life choices and about the hell thing, it's uncertain so until you've got 100% proof, not many people are gonna get freaked out and swear their virginity.
I've got enough shit from my parents already, and I seriously don't need another mountain of people telling me to do this and that. Yeah, yeah, yeah it's for my own good blah blah.
Well fuck that shit. If I don't listen then I deserve it, if I feel that I don't deserve it and the gods are just shitting with me, then I'll make another whine/complaint/rant/bullshit-that-no-one-cares.
The worst kinda preachers are the ones that push their unwanted opinions on you.
Yes, I'm talking about the Daily Habit Preachers.
If I want to bloody arrange my books in alphabetical order in the name of their 2nd cousins in their 3rd marriage, JUST LET ME BE.
If I want to have my lights on while I sleep, LET ME BE.
If I want to dunk all my food in a blender and eat it in liquid form, LET ME FRIGGIN BE.
It won't effect you whatsoever and it'll just make me happy.
*phew* Okay. Done. Happy. =D
Now about baking. Heck I love baking. My mom refuses to buy me sugar. So I baked some sugarless, butterless crackers.
HAH MOM TRY BEATING THAT SHIT. MY CRACKERS ARE AWESOME.
Around 17 cals per slice and taste awesome with anything really. People that don't like oats think they taste like sand mixed with puke but fk em', they can't appreciate mother nature's most awesome grains.
Well there's this dilemma now. I'm supposed to be baking cheese tarts for the party but like I'm sleeping over at Susian's place on saturday night so... wtf am I supposed to do? Ah whatever I'll shove it at Susian. =D