Dust bunnies and cat litter.
Rosemary’s Baby with Zoe Saldana even though she is insanely elegant because seriously I can’t even. WHAT an apartment, though, right?
The way my fingernails never look like they were done by anything other than a six toed monkey with low blood sugar.
Underwires. Because they always come loose no matter how much delicate handwashing goes on and then they conspire to kill me through my ribs.
Grand gestures with no substance.
My hair and the way it just…slumps. Like a sigh on my scalp.
When your ear inside itches in public I mean really how are you supposed to scratch that?
Smug political views that I can’t reason out.
Shailene Woodley and…ugh.
People caring that Miley Cyrus danced around with a huge inflatable penis.