Annoyingly You

A blog dedicated to the annoying quirks of exes that linger in your mind - the things that permanently change how you view music, shampoo, chickens, or a certain type of dirt. Send submissions to annoyinglyyou@gmail.com.
Jul 20 '10

submissions plz!

Shoutout to the five people following this, and anyone else stumbling upon it - Annoyingly You wants your submissions! Send your funny, painful, or crazy stories of exes’ quirks that have stuck with you to annoyinglyyou@gmail.com.

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Jul 20 '10

shuffle patience

An ex was so ADD about her iPod’s shuffle choices that we would sometimes go an entire hour-long car trip having listened to no more than 20-30 seconds of any given song, usually much less. 

It annoyed me so much that now, when listening to my iPod on shuffle, I almost always force myself to listen to every track it coughs up, even if I don’t like it.

Submitted by Anonymous

Tags: exes music

May 2 '10
I had an ex who hated curry and cilantro so much, she dismissed entire cuisines out-of-hand, if any dish in them might contain the dredded herb.
For years I never ate some of my favorite food.
Recently I discovered that hatred of cilantro may be genetic.  Still, I feel compelled to make up for lost food time - I now eat Mexican, Indian, and Vietnamese Pho every chance possible.
-Submitted by Anonymous

I had an ex who hated curry and cilantro so much, she dismissed entire cuisines out-of-hand, if any dish in them might contain the dredded herb.

For years I never ate some of my favorite food.

Recently I discovered that hatred of cilantro may be genetic.  Still, I feel compelled to make up for lost food time - I now eat Mexican, Indian, and Vietnamese Pho every chance possible.

-Submitted by Anonymous

Tags: crisp cilantro spring, trendy garnish refreshes why peeps be hatin (-Brady Burgess)

Apr 7 '10

There is no five-second rule.

I had an ex for whom any piece of laundry that fell on the floor when switching from the washer to the dryer, or when taking it out of the dryer, was instantly contaminated. The doomed sock, or towel, or what-have-you, was then immediately put back into the dirty laundry to be washed again.

To this day, every time I drop a piece of washed or dried laundry, I feel a moment of “ruined!!”, followed by a small pang of guilt as I say “fuck it”, and throw it back in with the clean stuff.

Submitted by Anonymous

Tags: guilty laundry crazy ex