Riddle me this.

Why am I always in a grumpy mood on Mondays?

Why can’t I have the self-control to stop reading/watching TV at 1 a.m. and just GO TO BED ALREADY?

Why do most people who talk on cell phones feel that they have to do it at a volume loud enough to break the sound barrier? I sure hope whoever’s on the other end of the line can hear you but if not, I’ll relay your whole side of the conversation later, after my ears stop ringing.

Why is it so hard for some people to drive? You don’t come to a complete stop at the bottom of an entrance ramp to the Interstate when people are doing 70+ mph. That’s how accidents happen, kids.

Why do I watch The Real World when I know I’m just gonna make fun of every single person on there every time they talk?

Why is there never enough time or money?

Why did my friends and I have to grow up and live far from each other and never get to see each other as much as we used to?

Why does technology hate me?

Why isn’t it Thursday yet? Thursdays are my favorite.

Why do I love lists so much?

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