I Hate

I'm human, I have human emotions. I feel sad, happy,insecure, hyper and very, very often I feel angry. Not the ordinary anger that comes from watching stupidity or seeing something unsettling; but the deep set
loathing feeling that spews forth from hatred. I feel this anger often, about 3-8 times a day, and can connect with people through using this hate to gain a shared attribute, I have made most of my friends through this hate

(and it probably says something highly disturbing about human nature).

I am not a particularly sane person, I too share with the random, irrational hatred of inanimate objects. One of these things are lamps; I hate them, I'm not sure why but I have a strong feeling that if lamps gained sentience, they would probably be annoying.
I hate UP2U gum. I could probably do an entire post on how much I hate UP2U gum but summarized my reasons are; It is a retarded concept (if I want gum I'll freakin
buy the flavor I want),they spell the name in all caps, all caps should not be used outside chat rooms, and finally the color of the packet makes me lose my gum appetite, it is an ugly green that belongs on the walls of a badly painted hospital.

I hate birds (the tiny chirpy ones)
, I once had two birds,they got eggs, then willingly killed their birdlets and ate them. I hate lipstick;this is completely irrational. I hate dry dog food; it looks like crap, smells like crap and I strongly believe that it probably tastes like crap.

And finally, I really hate with all my soul; Chihuahuas.
Chihuahuas are the spawn of the devil, they are disgusting little things with no good use and are completely unloveable. They look like an experiment to breed friendly rats gone horrifyingly wrong and act like an ugly squeaky toy that squeaks itself, and they keep shivering for no clear reason,
"Are you okay little doggie? are you cold?"
"(retarded gurgling noise I assume is a bark)"
If I ever get the chance, I would kick a nervous barking chihuahua just to see how far it would fly.      

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