Fuck 'em Friday Fiver

In honor of having to post every day, I thought I'd bring back Fuck 'em Friday. Here are five of my life's little annoyances. TGIF kids!

1. The guy who rents warehouse space in our building has an eight-year-old daughter who is forced to amuse herself here when she gets out of school. Apparently, part of that consists of coming into our office to bug us, stealing candy from the candy jar, and wreaking havoc in the bathroom. I can only handle so many questions of why before I have to fight the urge to tell an eight-year-old to shut the hell up. And is it really appropriate to let your daughter run around barefoot in a warehouse, so she can spend fifteen minutes in the bathroom washing her feet and leaving a giant muddy puddle for me to slip on?

2. There is nothing worse than being mid-coitus and having him stop abruptly and declaring "I'm out of juice." Um, yeah, clearly I'm not. So could you kindly soldier on and finish what you started, because there WILL be a time when the roles are reversed and you surely don't want me to stop to declare anything of the sort, do you?

3. Traffic sucks. The snowbirds (a.k.a raisins, cotton heads, Q-tip heads, blue hairs, etc.) are coming back in droves and slamming on their brakes every mile of the way.

4. Money. I have none.

5. My face looks like that of a fifteen-year-old going through puberty. I've always struggled with bad skin, and contrary to my belief, it's not getting better as an adult. Short of taking Accutane and splashing pee on my face, I think I've tried everything for clearer skin. It would be nice to not have to wear makeup whenever I leave the house.