like the less-than-pretty, slightly awkward girl who no one wants to be friends with, date, or fuck.
i feel left out. i feel jealous. i feel cheated.
and it's all incredibly stupid and juvenile.
...but since it is apparently a self-pity day, here, at the good ole blog, a list of personal hates of mine...
i hate that i missed anne's birthday party because of the hate after next...
and i hate having like 1 guy friend whom i only slightly get along with (but yes, i love my many many girlfriends... why can't you gals have penises?)...
and i hate getting food poisoning over the weekend because i'm retarded and ate something that apparently was secretly growing mold...
and i hate being broken out...
and i hate that i might be getting pink-eye yet again...
and i hate that i have worked here for almost 4 months and still do not have an insurance card with which to take care of the hate prior to this one...
and i hate my job (just for old time's sake)...
and i hate people who clap at the end of a movie in the theater...
and i hate people who make no attempts to hustle across a crosswalk when they can clearly tell they're holding up the car trying to turn or whatever (i don't drive, but this totally annoys me when i see it)...
and i hate tom cruise...
and i hate the temperature of my apartment (it's somewhere between sauna and surface of the sun)...
and i hate that i've yet to go to the beach this summer...
and i hate that we never had a housewarming...
and i hate that my room is a mess...
and i hate that i'm missing my cousin's wedding, not because i really wanted to go but because it seems to have meant something to my mom...
and i really hate the aforementioned feeling that i'm feeling...
just call me debbie downer.
but, on a much, much better note, joe gets back from asia on friday.
posted by brett @ 2:28 PM
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