(((((((Purd)))))))
and ((((Serendipity)))) That brightened my day.
Thanks Welfy, you’re a peach 
- lima beans
- that “time of the month”
- girls who are much younger than me who wear a ton of makeup and act like little sluts
- this girl in my Chorus who sings alto, but she sings really loud and all the wrong notes.
- people who make me feel guilty for getting good grades
- preppy people who think it’s hilarious to tease nerdy people
- anyone who makes my mother cry clenches fists
- going to a counselor/psychologist against my will, only to be told that I’m being referred to a specialist in the near future
{ThisYearsGirl} It gets better.
Boys eventually get some cahones. Some your age (I’m assuming you’re in high school so correct me if I’m wrong) already do. Try to find them.
At the “very” least, your friends think you’re pretty and smart. Don’t overlook that.
No one is lonely “all” the time.
Boy, I just have all the answers don’t I. I’m not trying to sound condescending and I’m sorry if I come across that way. You just sounded like you needed some cheering up. 
Why all the references to fruits when it comes to me? First a beautiful pumpkin pie, and now I’m a peach.
I like it though. It’s cute. :^)
crosses off one thing she dislikes on the list because being called a peach cancelled it out
[ul]
[li]People who tell me I will change my mind about not wanting to have kids[/li][li]Doctors who won’t give tubal ligations to unchilded women under 35[/li][li]Doctors who don’t listen[/li][li]Depression…not knowing when it will hit or how long it will stay[/li][li]Not being able to afford quitting my job to go to school full-time[/li][li]My ex-stepdad[/li][li]People who open crinkly-wrapped candies/cough drops very slowly at plays, classical music concerts and movies[/li][li]Sports getting more funding than the Arts in schools[/li][li]Not owning a car[/li][li]Christmas’ consumerism[/li][li]The Religious Right/Reich[/li][li]The uber-feminist spelling of “wymyn”[/li][li]People who lay on the car horn at 2am as they drive down the street[/li][li]Bill Clinton[/li][li]Extremist anything, liberal or conservative[/li][li]White Supremacists[/li][li]Not being able to get or keep a tan[/li][li]White Chocolate (it’s NOT real chocolate!)[/li][li]Tomatoes[/li][li]Onions[/li][li]Halitosis (raunchy bad breath)[/li][li]People who don’t wear deoderant[/li][li]Commercials[/li][li]Rap[/li][li]Hangovers!![/li][li]Periods (and not the literary kind)[/li][li]Being fertile[/li][li]Worrying about contraception/getting pregnant[/li][li]Not being able to afford continuing Ballroom Dance lessons[/li][li]Not taking the advice of good grades more seriously, ignoring my potential and my gifts, thus killing my chances of getting scholarships and getting into the school of my choice[/li][li]NBC changing their Thursday night line-up (I miss the Friends, Will&Grace, Frasier grouping!)[/li][li]The West Wing being a rerun last Wednesday night![/li][li]Never hearing compliments from the man who is supposed to love me[/li][/ul]
and probably a bunch of other things I can’t think of right now because I’m in this mindset of hatred right now…thanks…
<<**Broccoli. It’s Nasty and foul smelling. **>>
I love Broccoli. I hate Less Than Jake and all things affiliated…
MS Word used for long documents.
The upset stomach that I’ve had since before Thanksgiving.
Split ends and co-workers who pet my hair.
3 foot high “cubical walls”.
Indecisive boyfriends.
Public transportations.
Broken wind-up toys (my little dancing crab, I hardly knew ye…).
Construction zones.
Vegetables, especially kale, cauliflower and zucchini.
The next month, which seems to have every minute already scheduled.
Sleep. Sleep is for the weak. I shouldn’t need sleep.
Laundry. Maybe I’ll just buy more socks.
Pollock.
Tower Records in Mountain View CA, they just reorganized the store, gutting the classical and early music sections. Bastards
The improving economy. Everybody has moved one step up the job food chain meaning the seasonal retail workers are even more untrained than last Christmas.
I’m not a big fan of lying.
Or being sick.
Or not being happy.
And I don’t think I want to go home for Christmas. (Other than the cool meeting mrblue part) The rest of the social balancing just sucks.
I hate people who are driving slower than me in the motherfucking fast lane but won’t get the fuck out of my way.
I drive on I-95 at least twice a day. I’m constantly going around stupid fucks who don’t know how to fucking drive. If you’re in the fast lane doing 60 and someone is coming up behind you doing 70, get the FUCK out of their way.
I’m sorry for all the expletives. I genuinely try to avoid them when I’m writing, but this really aggravates me!
I hate this weather.
I hate people who carry umbrellas without any thought of the extra amount of space they’re taking up.
I hate having a boss who insists on the office having not only the AC running, but a fan on as well. In the winter.
I hate the cab drivers in this city who have done everything possible to limit their numbers so that anyone who goes out in this weather has a choice between freezing in a looooooong (2+ hours, I’m not joking) taxi queue or freezing on a long walk home.
Mostly though I just hate this weather.
(which is why I’m sitting at home in front of my computer and next to my nice warm radiator on a Friday night …)
I hate when I can’t fall asleep.
– Having an open layout office. I would kill for a cubicle!
– Having to travel to a chapel 3 hours away just to perform one wedding. Thanks, that’s my entire Saturday gone just for 30 minutes work.
– The video cameraman who threw a tantrum (screaming, stomping, throwing things, the works) after a wedding last week because he thought one of the singers had ‘ruined’ his shot.
– When I’m tired, I don’t talk much. My girlfriend, however, equates ‘being quiet’ with ‘being angry’ and gets pissed off because she thinks I’m being mean to her.
– The fact that the ‘w’ and ‘d’ keys on my keyboard are starting to stick.
–sublight.
- when I’m just gabbing with a friend on the phone about nothing important, get a call-waiting, getting a long call for my mom, who forgets about my friend on the other line so friend hangs up, then mother feels bad about it and calls my friend back to talk to me even after I tell her it doesn’t matter don’t bother, don’t bother, DON’T BOTHER! screaming now, so Mom thinks I’m some psychopath, then friend thinks I’m weird for calling back because I had nothing important to say…
GAAAAAAAAAA!!! shriek
catches breath and starts gasping
…and that’s all I have to say about that.
People who call and ask for you to hurry because they are on long distance or on a cell. First, you just used another minute to tell me that, where I’d have already gotten your info, second, I now have a desire to flirt with the pretty girls and smell the toner cartridges on the scenic route to your info.
People who drive like me. Only I deserve the right of way, DAMMIT!
People who won’t let you finish your sentence. Not complete the sentence, but just bust up in the middle of it, as though your input is not important.
People who won’t take your word for it, especially when it’s your job and you get paid for it.
People who have a hard time believing that there are honest salespeople.
People that have no problem asking you to do something or for something, but can’t seem to return the favor.
Family that begs you to move closer to them, then never call or visit once you are there.
People who don’t speak their mind, then get pissed because they didn’t get their way.
Most Baylor students, especially the ones with the expensive cars or big truck/suv’s that don’t understand what the yellow lines, red signs and general traffic rules are.
College students on bikes who don’t believe the traffic laws apply to them.
DVD’s with special features like “Scene Access” and “Dolby.” These aren’t special features, unless you are comparing them to VHS!
Anything that keeps me from being my usually happy smiling self.
Insincere people who feel they need to impress me. I don’t want to shake your hand, and saying you’re sorry doesn’t mean anything until it sounds sincere. And when you keep doing it, there is no ‘i’m sorry’ UGH.
Bosses that only see the bottom line. Just because the sales didn’t come through doesn’t mean that you have to be in a bad mood.
People who think money is more important than anything else, especially bosses who think this.
People who think they have people skills.
People who assume they know you, and then freak out when you do something outside of that idea.
Computers that crash.
People who can’t fix them and then get mad when you don’t fix them. Or when you tell them something they don’t want to hear, like ‘format the drive’ or ‘use it as a boat anchor.’
There’s more, but i have to go now.
I hate:
Rap music.
Preppy kids who think their shit doesn’t stink.
My school treating football players like gods.
Bad drivers.
Ignorance, in any form.
Elitist bastards who think the world should be handed to them on a fuckin’ silver platter.
Holiday commercialism. (For all you non-Christian Muslims, we have a very special “Santa Claus: Praying to Mecca” ornament. LIMITED TIME OFFER!)
The CSM’s at Wal-Mart.
Customers who think that they can slip into my 12-items-or-less line with 84 items.
Freshmen who are too big for their britches.
College essay writing.
Filling out college applications.
Mechanics who rip me off.
Gas prices.
Sweet potatoes.
Racism.
Intolerance of any kind.
Barbers that think I owe them $12 for 7 minutes of work.
The tragedy that was “Dungeons and Dragons”. So much potential.
People who are too lazy to get off their asses and work for a living, so they decide to have more unwanted babies in an attempt to receive more federal aid.
Politicians.
Katherine Harris.
That’s it for now. I’ll think of more later.
Conflict
Prejudice
Losing someone you love
People being judgmental
Liver
White fish
Not being able to “fix” things you WANT to fix.
~Having no control over my mental state, and seriously wondering if I’m schizophrenic (after hearing a voice in my mind named Merr with this really scratchy voice telling me all this terrible stuff, I’m truly frightened). :^\
~college writing essays
~people who dance obscenely at dances
Jackasses.
90210-type stuck up assholes (half of my high school class).
The New York Rangers.
Stupid people.
Communists.
More to come later . . .
Tripler
Good call DLD. I’m going to restate my “90210-type” statement to: ‘Silver Platter Kids’.
Tripler