I hate lots of stuff.

I hate losing my chapsticks. Where do they go?
I hate when my face is all dry and tight after I’ve been crying.
I hate the smell of cat pee.
I hate all insects. Every one. Even ladybugs.
I hate when I get an eyelash stuck under my eyelid.
I hate white sneakers.
I hate Walker Texas Ranger. Too cheesy and over the top.
I hate living paycheck to paycheck.
I hate hot dogs. They are disgusting. And salty.
I hate when my socks turn pink after a wash.
I hate going to the bathroom. Slow, boring, waste of time.
I hate when I try to grow my nails out but then chew them off.
I hate bath towels that are too small.
I hate scary movies. The images remain in my mind and haunt me later.
I hate when the candle wick runs out before the wax is gone.
I hate TV dinners. Especially the “brownies.”
I hate huge conversion vans.
I hate tongue rings.
I hate geometry.
I hate the show Cheaters. It makes me sad.
I also hate Jerry Springer. Those people sicken me.
I hate disagreeing with people.
I hate baptisms for babies. Let them choose their own religion!
I hate the color of dried blood. It’s an ugly brown-maroon.
I hate wigs. They are itchy and hot.
I hate, on occasion, my mother in law.
I hate when people I love die.
I hate pine nuts. And PineSol. Actually, anything pine.
I hate venison. Deer are too pretty to kill and eat.
I hate when people say they don’t like to read. Because wtf?
I hate pop-up ads, spam, and chain letters.
I hate coffee.
I hate when I need batteries and can’t find any.
I hate when my legs are prickly. They itch.
I hate the look of Crocs. Yet I own a pair…
I hate those plastic, lighted, outdoor nativity scenes.
I hate powder makeup. Clownface anyone?
I hate fake nails.
I hate driving on icy/foggy/snowy/rainy roads.
I hate cigarettes.
I hate graphing calculators.
I hate pie.
I hate frosting, too.
I hate girls who kiss each other in bars, just to impress guys.
I hate doing push-ups.
I hate when my dentist is really rude to me. I floss, so fuck him!
I hate jewelry and perfume counter ladies. All they want is a sale.
I hate blowing my nose and having my ears pop.
I hate getting stuff stuck in my teeth.
I hate throwing up.
I hate getting library fines.
I hate undercooked hamburger.
I hate using public restrooms.
I hate when the eye doctor puffs air in my eye.
I hate running out of ink in my pen and then doing spirals on every available space, just to see if it’ll work again.
I hate sleeping at other peoples’ houses.
I hate orange spray tans.
I hate the heavy, syrupy sweet taste of Pepsi and Coke.
I hate Charmin toilet paper. It leaves little fibers.
I hate the Bratz dolls. Slutty five year olds..no thanks.
I hate basketball.
I hate Judge Judy.
I hate headaches.
I hate when the water in my bath turns cold.