Baby Talk

Lately, my 29 year-old boss has insisted on talking to us in a baby voice. Literally--she addresses us how she would address a small child. It drives me absolutely insane and when I don't respond she says "you're not feeling it today?" as if I've been "feeling it" any other day she's done it. Baby talk is reserved for babies, not overqualified employees of a menial 9-5 job. That being said, my dad can't stand baby talk, even towards actual babies. He forbid our family from speaking to my sisters and I in a baby voice when we were babies, which is probably the reason I have so many daddy issues today.

baby v.Lo

Similar to baby talk, here are a couple of things I find completely intolerable:

1. Being read to
I can read. Please don't read to me.

2. Hearing about people's dreams
I loathe when people tell me about their dreams. Saying "Victoria I had a dream last night that you were _____" is fine, but when you go into detail I zone out because I'm not in your head and can't see what you see.

3. Ice chewing
That "crunch crunch" noise is the equivalent to Chinese water torture for me. I will give the accuser serious side eye until they stop, and have also been known to knock over their ice cup "accidentally" just so they can cease. This is my #1 deal breaker in a relationship and also a reason for divorce, in my opinion.

4. People talking over their radio
Blasting the radio--not a problem. Blasting the radio and then yelling over it--problem. Turn your radio down and talk OR keep your radio turned up and stay silent. Blasting the radio and singing along with it is also okay, especially if it's a song I like/know at least 70% of the words to.

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Original post from 2/6/13... I tried to fix a typo and it changed the date of this post to today. My bad.

In honor of today being my birthday, I present a montage of beautiful photos of me:

19th birthday; yes, I made all of my friends wear black so I could stand out more and get more attention (I have daddy issues, what can I say?) This birthday was amazing--we did karaoke at a bar for hours with some other guys who had the same birthday as I. As we exited the bar I stepped in some vomit which pretty much signaled that my birthday was over and the world was not going to revolve around me for another 364 days.

 20th birthday; I rented out a former fraternity house at Wofford and threw a party with two football players who were turning 21 and 22. This birthday is a little hazy, not gonna lie. Look at how many people came though!

 21st birthday; I made my abroad friends wear all black and they did (their people enslaved my people, whatever, we're even). Don't let the smile fool you: THIS WAS THE WORST BIRTHDAY EVER. I was abroad and homesick and cried for 9 hours straight. Also, I had a birthday dinner and invited my whole program to come. One of my classmates had the nerve to get hit by a car while crossing the street to attend my dinner. What an attention-seeking whore. I'm not sure I'll ever forgive her. 

 My 22nd birthday was on Super Bowl Sunday and it was phenomenal. My friends took advantage of the fact that I still remember most of my cheerleading dances from high school and made me perform them like some kind of circus monkey, which I loved. A few hours before this photo was taken, I tried to do a push up in tights on the counter top in my apartment which resulted in me slipping off of the counter top and bee-lining towards the ground. In an attempt to break my fall, I reached for the oven door handle and fell into the oven. Top 3 most painful things I have EVER experienced (I've hooked up with quite a few black males so that's saying something).

I didn't make my friends wear black for my 23rd. However, I only hung out with black people so it's kind of the same thing.

I'm kidding! For my 23rd I had a huge party at my apartment in Winston-Salem which was a wonderful and terrible idea. The cops came (allegedly) and someone broke my bedazzled birthday wine glass and I drank out of it anyway, cutting my lip in the process. Besides that it was an A+ night. I made electric lemonade, pink panty droppers, and a gin bucket which were a huge hit. Also, no one got hit by a car so that was nice, and more importantly, kept all focus on me.