I Hate Everything
I hate aggressive mosquitos.
I hate people who have weaving walks.
I hate feeling incompetent.
I hate burning sensations.
I hate deluded nostalgia.
I hate people who won't leave.
I hate misleading information.
I hate that pain behind the eyes.
I hate that bloody bitch.
I hate that bloody bastard.
I hate post-nap munchies.
I hate people who just won't shut up.
I hate everything. It needed reiterating.
I hate inexplicable pain.
I hate that deep seated sense of guilt.
I hate false (or required) sentiment.
I hate it when my past lives all try to take possesion of my body at the same time.
I hate that feeling of inadequecy.
I hate people who lord it over you.
I hate resisting the impulse.
I hate actors who think yelling=acting.
I hate being professional.
I hate people who don't know the choreography.
I hate people who think they have the authority to do things they ought not.
I hate slowly losing the craving for ice cream.
I've deleted the "today" from this post because looking back at everything else I hate I realize I will always hate those things, not just on certain days.
Today: I hate ugly dance clothes.
Today: I hate audiences full of sophomoric girls.
Today: I hate warm vodka, especially at 11:00 AM.
Today: I hate keeping it in.
Today: I hate ballet choreographers.
Today: I hate smarmy people (you know who you are).
Today: I hate shifty eyes.
