make a list of things I hate

I hate lots of stuff.

I hate losing my chapsticks. Where do they go?
I hate when my face is all dry and tight after I’ve been crying.
I hate the smell of cat pee.
I hate all insects. Every one. Even ladybugs.
I hate when I get an eyelash stuck under my eyelid.
I hate white sneakers.
I hate Walker Texas Ranger. Too cheesy and over the top.
I hate living paycheck to paycheck.
I hate hot dogs. They are disgusting. And salty.
I hate when my socks turn pink after a wash.
I hate going to the bathroom. Slow, boring, waste of time.
I hate when I try to grow my nails out but then chew them off.
I hate bath towels that are too small.
I hate scary movies. The images remain in my mind and haunt me later.
I hate when the candle wick runs out before the wax is gone.
I hate TV dinners. Especially the “brownies.”
I hate huge conversion vans.
I hate tongue rings.
I hate geometry.
I hate the show Cheaters. It makes me sad.
I also hate Jerry Springer. Those people sicken me.
I hate disagreeing with people.
I hate baptisms for babies. Let them choose their own religion!
I hate the color of dried blood. It’s an ugly brown-maroon.
I hate wigs. They are itchy and hot.
I hate, on occasion, my mother in law.
I hate when people I love die.
I hate pine nuts. And PineSol. Actually, anything pine.
I hate venison. Deer are too pretty to kill and eat.
I hate when people say they don’t like to read. Because wtf?
I hate pop-up ads, spam, and chain letters.
I hate coffee.
I hate when I need batteries and can’t find any.
I hate when my legs are prickly. They itch.
I hate the look of Crocs. Yet I own a pair…
I hate those plastic, lighted, outdoor nativity scenes.
I hate powder makeup. Clownface anyone?
I hate fake nails.
I hate driving on icy/foggy/snowy/rainy roads.
I hate cigarettes.
I hate graphing calculators.
I hate pie.
I hate frosting, too.
I hate girls who kiss each other in bars, just to impress guys.
I hate doing push-ups.
I hate when my dentist is really rude to me. I floss, so fuck him!
I hate jewelry and perfume counter ladies. All they want is a sale.
I hate blowing my nose and having my ears pop.
I hate getting stuff stuck in my teeth.
I hate throwing up.
I hate getting library fines.
I hate undercooked hamburger.
I hate using public restrooms.
I hate when the eye doctor puffs air in my eye.
I hate running out of ink in my pen and then doing spirals on every available space, just to see if it’ll work again.
I hate sleeping at other peoples’ houses.
I hate orange spray tans.
I hate the heavy, syrupy sweet taste of Pepsi and Coke.
I hate Charmin toilet paper. It leaves little fibers.
I hate the Bratz dolls. Slutty five year olds..no thanks.
I hate basketball.
I hate Judge Judy.
I hate headaches.
I hate when the water in my bath turns cold.

doesn’t this seem like a mean goal?
I feel mean.

I hate when the sponge in the kitchen is old and it starts to get yucky. When you touch it all the nastiness gets on your hands and it makes your hands smell and you have to wash them ten times to get the yucky smell off.
I hate that.
YUCK.

This is my spot to vent about whatever my pet peeves are. So here is the beginning of my list.

1. When children in stores wear those little sneakers with roller skates on them, and they skate around inside the store. Irritating because I just know they are going to smash into me or something else.

2. When you go to the store and the clerk gives you your change back and puts the coin change on top of all the paper dollar change, so that when you try to grab it the change goes all over. Just put the change in my hand first, that’s all I want.

3. People who talk constantly about themselves and are totaly clueless that no one around them gives a crap. Hello!! The world does not revolve around you! You know who you are!!

Okay I think that is sufficient for now.