The Young Victoria

My version of Hell would involve listening to people rapidly texting on their loud ass phones whenever the fuck they felt like it regardless of their surroundings for the rest of eternity.

That clicking sound is the bane of my existence. Even before I had my iPhone, the sound of my own texting drove me crazy. It’s just so obnoxious.

Or when you’re having a conversation with someone and they stop listening or responding to you to text some jackass nothing of importance for three minutes?

My generation is overflowing with giant fucking losers with no manners. I don’t know how I manage to feign patience for them.  

Also, I’m pissed off, stressed out and I sat on a wet bench in light jeans this morning and I haven’t hated everyone in existence this much in months. 

Everyone is incompetent and everything hurts.