things i hate.

I hate lots of things. These are just a few of them.

1. I hate guys t-shirts with sleazy one-liners on them.
Rightyo boys, let's get one thing straight here. If you're wearing a shirt that says, 'If you don't like what I'm wearing, then take it off.' you're likely to get a slap in the face or scoffed at. Or both. It's not cool. It's makes you look like a tool. And no one cares that you have the audacity to wear clothing that screams 'I'm desperate for female attention' in twenty different ways. Of course, you will not get any positive female attention. Go home, change your shirt. Now.

2. I hate shoe shopping.
I don't necessarily hate shoe shopping per se. I hate premeditated shoe shopping. I hate shoe shopping during a sale which has 25% off all footwear except for some brand that no one cares about. I hate shoe shopping when you have to wait in a line for someone to get you the size you need.

3. I hate new shoes blisters.
I really hate new shoes blisters. Especially when there's two matching blisters on your little toes. Is the pain worth it all in the end, really?

4. I hate the taste of shandy after cherry choc chip ice cream.
Ok, so I really should have known that sweet and milky substances don't usually taste good with bitter, citric substances. My bad.

5. I hate other people's parents.
On a daily basis I hear people whinge about their parents. Some of the whinging is justified, others isn't. Some people don't even whinge about their parents but I still get annoyed at them. Ok, so I'm not a parent myself, and I don't know everything. But seriously, a lot of people's parents I know have serious issues. They're either overprotective, neglectful, nasty to their kids, non-existent to their kids, overbearing, butting in, way too demading and expectant. It's parents like you who make my friends cry or want to cry and I resent you all for it. On the outside, I may be polite and nice to you, but on the inside, I really wonder whether you know the effect you're having on your child. For goodness' sake, people! Your children are adults now! Let them live their lives, make mistakes and learn from them. Be their guide, not their keeper. And for goodness sake, do not ring them up at TWO IN THE MORNING! DO NOT RING THEIR FRIENDS AT TWO IN THE MORNING - YOU SHOULD BE SLEEPING (or dancing, yeah!). Sheesh, now you're got me all fired up! Of course, none of this applies to my parental units, they've been fantastic examples of what parents should be like.