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Ten Pet Peeves of a Barbie Girl..

Random pet peeves!
  1. Jerks who have to be first and pull out in front of you even though there isn't a car behind you
  2. Fleas, I don't really know if you could call them a pet peeve but they annoy the hell out of me.
  3. Selfishness. It isn't always about you. I'm just saying!
  4. If a woman cooks dinner for you, for God's sake, thank her! Offer to take a freaking plate to the kitchen.
  5. Needless, self-created drama
  6. Justin Bieber
  7. Dating again. I haven't dated in 17 years. It sucks.
  8. Big words for simple things. It's art class damnit, not "enrichment"
  9. Mean people. They just suck
  10. When you've had a conversation at least ten times yet the person acts like it's the first time they ever heard of such a thing

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