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When I crave milk, I assume I have a calcium deficiency. When I crave a steak with a side of spinach, I believe my body is telling me I need iron. So how to explain the recent endless craving for Ranch dressing? I've never liked it before, and now I want it on everything - carrots, Triscuits, pizza, pretzels, cheese!
Thanks to the asshat at the LA Times who wrote a piece in yesterday's Image section about font types and personalities, I'm now struggling with whether or not to change my default Arial font in Outlook.
According to Mr. Tschorn (clearly a guy who is suffering from a lack of vowels) Arial is "The typographical equivalent of 'wearing standard, off-the-shelf jeans,' Arial is the most popular typeface for personal correspondence. It's 'thoughtless and effortless- either contrived anonymity or a distinct lack of aesthetic concern. In a word? Dispassionate.'"
Dispassionate? DISPASSIONATE?!!!! I am NOT dispassionate! I have my share of lacy black undergarments! I cried when Kelly and Brandon decided not to get married! I joined Team (RED) even though it means that I now get more spam than is humane or just, I AM PASSIONATE!
Go to Helvetica, Tschorn. Font suggestions are welcome.
Nikki posted about being sucked into Twitter. Then others commented confessing their own obsessions with Twitter. What use is the Peevery if not to enable unhealthy addictions in our readers? Post a link to your twitter page so that everyone can follow you.
What part of "out like a motherfucking lamb" don't you get? March, I'm looking at you.
"Chance of rain today, tomorrow's high near 50" does not answer the question "what do I wear today?"
Similar to Heather's belief that when there are multiple empty bathroom stalls you shouldn't use the one right next to one that is in use, when there are multiple elliptical trainers open you shouldn't use the one right next to one that is in use. I need a buffer zone.
There's a pizza place near my house that sells Gluten Free pizza. I went on Sunday afternoon at about 1:45 because I was STARVING. They committed two of my cardinal sins of business. Number one they didn't have a sign listing their hours anywhere visible. Number two, when I did find a list of their hours - printed in small print on the bottom of a flyer on a rack near their door - it turned out they weren't open during their own hours! Also, 1:45 on a Sunday, not that late for lunch.
My hair is falling out at a ridiculous rate. If I could shed pounds like I shed my hair this time of year, I'd be a svelte bald woman.
I hate Spring Break. For me, it is a preview of the horrific summer traffic I face on my daily commute, most of which runs along a scenic ocean route dotted with popular beaches.
One year ago, Crunchy wrote a poem about his pee pee.
Two years ago, Joanne defined cute.
Three years ago, Kate the Peon smelled like Paris Hilton. (And we moved to TypePad!)
Four years ago, Nikki had yuckmouth.
Five years ago, March was a slow month for peeves.
Sometimes I'm too fast to hit Enter when my bookmark populates in the URL. So when I want to go to The Peevery, I type in "pee" and "www.thepeevery.com" comes up in the URL location. But "very" is still highlighted, so when I hit enter, it erases it and goes to thepee.com. Surprise!
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