I hate.

I Hate

Brain Fog

Fruit at the bottom of yogurt, mix that shit up.

When someone mixes up my tea and milk ratio. Hello, it's tea, not milk water.

Telemarketers.

When people would argue at the back of my building.

I hate bugs.

I hate when bitches that leave their hair on the shower wall.

Ya nasty!

I hate moxie, no Maine made moxie soda.

I hate doing my eyeliner.

The people who do it well.

Screw our steady hands.

I like my messy writing.

I hate lateness, be on time or don’t come.

I hate when men say “woman drivers”

I’ll take on all of you.

Socks in bed, I feel like I’m being kidnapped.

I hate yogis.

Fuck you, you flexible gumby.

I hate the Yankees and Cowboys.

I hate chocolate chips in my oatmeal raisin cookies.

I hate anything but Hidden Valley.

I hate loud, loud noises.

I’m deaf, keep it down.

Doing the dishes; laundry, or any housework.

No thank you.

I’m 35 and hate adulting, but I accomplish it.

Right?

I hate hills, you’re hard to climb. I’m talking to you San Francisco.

I hate when dogs are not trained well and misbehave.

Pepperjack cheese?

No thank you.

Lines.

Waiting.

I love my nails, but actually getting them done. Shoot me, wasteful two hours.

I HATE when people don’t use their blinker.

I’ll fight over that one.

Kids screaming, control yourselves.

Being low on weed

Lemongrass? Who thought of this brilliant idea?

I hate having brain fog.

-ej