Hate: I turned twenty-six on Sunday and now I feel....weird. And old. And not, you know. Twenty-five. Is this normal? Am I going through some kind of quarter-life crisis?
Hate: Annoying little yippy dogs allowed to run free through my neighborhood who emotionally torture me and the two dogs currently penned in my backyard with their incessant barking.
Hate: Weird stalker-y people who make me extremely nervous.
Hate: The doorbell ringing. I don't know why, but it sends me into a panic every single time. I will absolutely go sit in my closet and hide. Seriously, if you want to see me, DON'T ring the doorbell.
Hate: Morning people. If I could somehow not want to kill myself upon awaking each and every morning, I think I would probably be happy and successful, just like you. I hate you.
Hate: Thieves! IF I FIND YOU, I WILL DESTROY YOU.
Hate: Stupid truck radiator that leaks, or breaks, or does something completely inconvenient and forces me to rearrange my entire day and will almost certainly cost me a pretty penny in order to repair.
Well, look at that. It's time for me to go to work, and I don't have a single Love in there. Guess it's the Hate Edition today! No, no, wait. I'll fix it.
Love: That this entire post is devoted to me whining. I think that's lovely.