I hate the Metro-pushing-wont leave me alone-in my face-no thanks-people, that roam the streets of Dublin in the early hours of Monday to Friday mornings.
I hate every lad magazine that glorify women's sexy bits.
I hate pescetarians.
I hate Westlife's cover of "The Rose".
I hate funerals.
I hate all computer animated films, except anything PIXAR.
I hate when people play with their food.
I hate when my sister is on the fucking computer stopping me from been on the computer.
I hate when I have to turn down the music and I hear myself!
I hate fakeness but still love "The City".
I hate when blackout/I cannot remember.
I hate liking and not being liked back.
I hate when somebody puts a cigarette bud on the ground when there is a cigarette bin a few steps away from them.
I hate people's hate on anything Britney related.
I hate documentation and giving report.
I hate when I'm in the dog house.
I hate being moneyless and knowing I have to be moneymore.
I hate when Friends comes on and you realize it's from season 6 or onwards.
I hate when pegs ruin my clothes on the clothesline.
I hate cats.
I hate Perez.
I hate how I can't hit them Celine Dion high notes.
I hate being corrected.
I hate when tea is not Lyon's tea.
I hate that I keep typing 'ahte' when all I want to type is 'hate'.
I hate that my boredom has led to my hates
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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