I Love to Hate

Here's a list of general things I hate. If you're lucky, I might provide reason for some of them. In case you're wondering why these aren't on my shit list, it's because they don't fit there. I hate these things, but not as much as those on my shit list.

I hate:

the dentist.: He pokes your gums with a sharp metal object and then tells you your gums are bleeding because you don't brush enough or correctly.

Macintosh.

black licorise.: Is that how you spell that? I never could. If it's not, it's supposed to be that candy that when you say it sounds like liquor-ish.

green beans.

rollercoasters.: Well, I don't really hate them, I'm kind of indifferent. But if I made a page of all the things I'm indifferent to...

slow computers.

disruption of my internet connection.: This ranges from someone picking up the phone when I'm online to my ISP being a bitch and either shutting off my service or crashing.

Macintosh.

car troubles.

losing.: I'm not really that competitive, but when I do play a game, I like to win. I also, for some reason, let losing really get to me. I am, however, able to keep my anger under control.:)

when a mouse doesn't work properly.: Whether it's because some fucker thought it'd be cute to take the tracking ball out of a mouse at the computer centre or because the ball is dirty, or numerous other things.

People not signing my guestbook.: It only takes a few seconds.

when no good shows are in town.: Like it has been for the last , what, four or five months?

not knowing where I am.: Especially when I'm driving. I gotta know where I am or where I'm going. Or at least be sure I'm on the right road to get to my destination.

math classes

the fact that you're expected to leave a tip even if the server wasn't very good.: "But it's how they make their money *whine whine whine*". Well, it's not my fuckin' fault that they chose to work at this restaruant. Sure, I know all about how it's the most common job for women in college, yada yada yada, whatever. But that's not my fault. I only tip when the service is deserving. And when I get good service, I tip well. If I don't see the person after my food is brought and the ticket is dropped off, I'm less likely to leave a tip. If I have to ask more than once for a refil on my drink, I'm less likely to leave a tip. I understand that sometimes my server is really busy, and I do take that into account. But I will not feel obliged to leave a tip for a waiter/waitress who didn't do anything to deserve one. *steps down off of soap box*

the feeling of cotton rubbing against itself.: My friends think I'm weird for this. But I hate picking up a piece of cotton, because the feeling of the cotton moving and rubbing against itself is to me like fingernails down a chalkboard. Just thinking about it makes me shiver. Ick!

group work.: Group work is especially bad in a class where you don't know anyone. And what is it with English teachers and group work? I certainly hope once I'm out of the 100 level English classes the instructors lose their affinity for group work.

razor burn.

being sick/asthma.

cats.: This could stem from the fact that I'm deathly allergic to them. I get around one and I start having an asthma attack. It's no fun. Plus, they're annoying little fuckers. Oblivious to the world, only interested in themselves. At least a dog will come when called. And on that note...

big dogs.: Any dog that's big enough to pin me to the ground scares me. I'm a big guy, so that'd have to be a big dog. But even just big dogs that can bite you and not let go no matter what you do.

sitting in one of the front rows at a movie.: Doing so always makes me nauseous

the Kansas City Chiefs and Royals.: They should all be shot. It was my misfortune to be born in Chiefs/Royals country. I am a Denver/Colorado fan, for some reason, and so living in the Kansas City area is a curse.

the Wizard of Oz.: That movie is a curse! Everytime I tell someone online that I'm from Kansas, nine times out of ten I get some sort of joke pertaining to the Wizard of Oz as my reply. And the thing is, they think they're being funny.

Martin Lawrence.: You so annoying!

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