7 Things I Hate (Random)

I'm in a hateful mood today. Seems to be one of those things that hits me at least once a week, and usually it's just because some stupid little thing rubs me the wrong way. Most times, the only one who catches my hate is T-Bone, and he loves to refer to me as Mrs. Hyde when I'm in a "Hate the World" mode. Sometimes though, if T-Bone is super super lucky, the hate wears off before he wakes up for work. I'm not in the mood to be called Mrs. Hyde today. Let's keep our fingers crossed.

1. I HATE shopping. Hate hate hate it. I feel like my mind is trying to run away without the rest of me when I'm shopping, and it frustrates me.

2. I HATE doing dishes. T-Bone will vouch for that. There are times that I have been busy doing the dishes, and I can feel a nasty black cloud descending over me, and pulling my face into a sneer. Any and all thoughts that I am having, are now shrouded in black, and I'm suddenly staring into a deep dark abyss. Yes, that abyss is just my kitchen sink, but now it's not all chromey-and-shiney, it's now black and horrid looking.

3. I HATE folding laundry. That speaks for itself.

4. I HATE putting laundry away. Even more than I hate folding laundry. Go figure.

5. I HATE having to be nice to people that I really don't like. I'm not generally two-faced, and that is exactly how it makes me feel.

6. I HATE when you have high hopes for a specific event, and it turns out being a dud. Nothing worked out the way you were hoping. It's like a major letdown, and I hate being letdown.

7. I HATE more than anything, absolutely ever, is being touched in a store by a stranger. It literally makes me want to go home and scrub with a gallon of bleach, while using steel wool. I start to feel like I can feel millions of nasty little bugs running all over my body, just from the slightest brush from their sleeve. This one, is my hate hate hate, double hate peeve.

Although I only mentioned that I would post 7, I have to post just one more. Just one, I swear. I HATE HATE HATE, DOUBLE HATE, LOATHE ENTIRELY when another woman feels that a hug should entail a whole bunch of boobie bumping. I don't like my boobies being crushed by those of another female. I hate boobs, in general. I don't like the way they feel. And I definitely don't like the way they feel when they belong to someone else, who insists on trying to play boob-of-war during a slight embrace. Makes me feel, I dunno, like a pervert or something. I purposely try to avoid boobie bumping when hugging. It just grosses me out.
Ahhh.... I feel a little better now that I got some of all of that hate out of me. T-Bone might be alright after all!