My biggest pet peeve are just girls who go to sports bars who have no intention on caring what teams are playing, like they're looking for just a night out. That drives me more crazy than anything else. Like, don't pretend to be a sports fan.
My biggest excuse to others and myself was that I had writer's block, as if it was some kind of illness.
In the '70s, everybody was doing drugs, so long as you showed up and did your work, they'd use you until you died.

