It's 60 degrees outside, and I'm inside writing in my blog.

I hate face paint, stickers, Harry Potter, wet socks, songs that skip, dvds that skip, music with overly poor recording quality, music with overly excellent recording quality, having to speed up your pace to walk past big fat slow fuckers on the sidewalk, little yippy dogs, dance parties, dancing in general, sports bars, classy bars, bars that SERVE NON-ALCOHOLIC BEER, neighbors, neighborhoods, neighborhood watches, neighborhood watchers, semi-trucks, environmentalists, animal rights activists, feminists, sexists, ethnic activists, racists, religion, atheists, politicians, anarchists, anti-war activists, pro-war activists, people who glorify being sober, people who glorify being drunk, stoners, hippies, yuppies, one-time-hippie-turned-yuppies, club rap, club rappers, clubs, people who chew with their mouths open, people who breathe too loudly, people who listen to music ridiculously loud, prudes, whores, people who say 'I know right?', rude customers at restaurants, shithead waiters and waitresses, bad bartenders, garbage men, garbage men who think use the phrase 'waste management engineer', lipstick, people who think reading novels makes you smart, people who think reading poetry makes you smart, people who think reading makes you smart, DJs at parties, parties, really expensive beer, really expensive liquor, really expensive pot, nice weather, shitty weather, and last, but certainly not least, I hate you.