Other things I hate
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I've already written about hating Sundays, but here's a less whiny list of other things I hate.
I hate moving. I move twice a year - out of one dorm, into another and other places in between. If it weren't for my folding dolly, I don't think I would make it. However, moving does teach you who your true friends are. But I'd rather find other ways of discovering my true friends that doesn't end up bruising me quite so much.
I hate speed bumps. Especially when I have to pee. Then, it's just mean.
I hate having to work on the weekends when everyone else is going out to party.
I hate raw carrots. Long story, don't ask.
I hate people who hate old movies and then, come to find out, they've never seen an old movie.
For that matter, people who hate things they've never experienced. They just hate them on principle.
I hate burning my fingers. You never stop hitting them on things once you've injured them.
I hate skunks. Especially the ones who commit suicide on the highway.
I hate the squeaky sound my shoes make on hard floors when it's raining outside.
I suppose I should follow this with a list of things I love. Seems only right.
I hate moving. I move twice a year - out of one dorm, into another and other places in between. If it weren't for my folding dolly, I don't think I would make it. However, moving does teach you who your true friends are. But I'd rather find other ways of discovering my true friends that doesn't end up bruising me quite so much.
I hate speed bumps. Especially when I have to pee. Then, it's just mean.
I hate having to work on the weekends when everyone else is going out to party.
I hate raw carrots. Long story, don't ask.
I hate people who hate old movies and then, come to find out, they've never seen an old movie.
For that matter, people who hate things they've never experienced. They just hate them on principle.
I hate burning my fingers. You never stop hitting them on things once you've injured them.
I hate skunks. Especially the ones who commit suicide on the highway.
I hate the squeaky sound my shoes make on hard floors when it's raining outside.
I suppose I should follow this with a list of things I love. Seems only right.


