Current list of pet peeves.

  • People who can’t hold a decent conversation and end up boring the hell out of me.
  • People who think they’re smarter than they actually are, and end up spewing out a bunch of bullshit that usually doesn’t make very much sense.
  • My brother’s usage of my computer. Especially since he doesn’t log out from sites, AND uses it when I’m trying to fucking sleep. If the bastard just learned how to fix his own damn computer, we wouldn’t be having this problem. Stupid caveman.
  • My brother’s whining. I never knew I had any sisters.
  • Getting older, and not being able to operate with as little sleep as I could before.
  • Chicks. Relationships. All that bullshit I can’t quite wrap my head around.
  • NOT CALLING BACK. I can’t emphasize this one enough. If you don’t call/text/email back, for whatever damn reason, that’s just frigging inconsiderate
  • Chewing gum with your mouth open. Pet peeve for life.
  • Same thing goes for eating food, you uncultured motherfuckers.
  • Sundays. I’m always more tired, bored, cranky, and crass.
  • Timbaland’s new album, and how very few people seem to realize it’s wack as hell.

Yeah, that’ll be all for now. I gotta seriously get productive today. Use all this Sunday rage and just start cranking out ideas. Peace, y’all!

–case p.

By Casey E. Palmer

Husband. Father. Storyteller.

Calling the Great White North his home, Casey Palmer the Canadian Dad spend his free time in pursuit of the greatest content possible.

Thousand-word blog posts? Snapshots from life? Sketches and podcasts and more—he's more than just a dad blogger; he's working to change what's expected of the parenting creators of the world.

It's about so much more than just our kids.

When Casey's not creating, he's busy parenting, adventuring, trying to be a good husband and making the most of his life!

Casey lives in Toronto, Ontario.

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