In my short span of 17 years there are a number of things that I have come to hate. Of course my likes far outweigh what I hate, but I figured it was best to get out exactly what it is that sinks my canoe..haha if you know what I'm sayin' *wink*
First of all I hate Monday mornings...school nuff said. I hate the 40 year old East Indian men who wear turbans, and have families, and honk at me while walking down the road from the local Arco station with my slurpee. I hate people...well not all people, just the ones who can't drive..I swear I'm the biggest road rager in the world. I hate Americans..most..there are SOME exceptions..like for instance, my close friends and relatives. I hate arrogant boy bands. Teletubbies. I'm going to shoot the purple one..I know guys carrying purses is normal for this day and age...but a purple teletubbie doll carrying one around is just nuts. I hate ants...creepy crawly things..yuck..that goes for spiders as well as daddy longlegs. I hate heatwaves, and provincial exams. I hate studying. I hate it when people don't put the cap back on the toothpaste. Empty water container in the refridgerator. We said ABOUT not ABOOT. I hate how Americans spell colour..COLOR...it's COLOUR not COLOR! Get it right. I hate Los Angeles. Dirty Dirty city. I hate Metallica for banning me from Napster. I hate overcast days, they give me a headache. I hate east indian music. I hate long caffeteria lineups. I hate lineups. Especially ones for the P.N.E. I hate whiney individuals. They drive me crazy. I hate guys who are snobby, I hate girls that are snobby. I hate high gas prices. I hate cops. *sniff sniff* Bacon anyone???, I also hate umbrellas, they soak your locker. I hate golf, especially people who play it...excluding my uncles. And last but not least I HATE DUSTBUNNIES! Thank-you. : )