Dear Jack White, you're irritating.
Written by Uncle George: May 9th, 1907 Rose before 5:35 am. Bath. Breakfast. Twenty-one meals for $3 and it was good food. Out about five miles east of Kansas City and made a view of the Big Blue. Very muddy and sluggish. Val: May 9th, 2013 Accidentally ruined The Boy's Boy Scout shirt. Ate some chocolate fiber. Listened to Adam Levine. Felt sorry for the folks in North Dakota. The day started out pretty annoying. Seth was about two minutes from finally finishing that blasted Eagle Scout Boy Scout program. So it made sense (not) that I should ruin his very expensive uniform and every single patch on it in the wash. Nice. It didn't have this much bling, but when you have to buy news patches and sew each patch on by hand AND the patches are about as thick as the walls of ancient Troy, you feel irritated. And when you pull back your hands from your work, your fingers worn to the nub from shoving the needle into those patches, you feel irritated about th