THINGS I HATE

1. Talking on the Phone
Some people love to talk on the phone, but it is simply not for me. Whilst I am a fountain of words in person, I feel a certain pressure from the phone that makes me nervous and lose my track of thought incredibly easily. If you have ever talked to me on the phone, you may have noted that I sounded particularly uncomfortable. If you didn't notice, then HEY. GUESS WHAT. I WAS DEFINITELY UNCOMFORTABLE.

Fucking phones. HATE 'EM.

2. The Word "Cluster"
No real explanation. Just sounds gross. Also under the words I hate list are such things as MOIST, PUS, and STENOGRAPHER. HATE 'EM.

3. My Middle School Computer Teacher
Mrs. Harberger. What a raging bitch. She had us do actual computer exercises (not like typing, but like working out) before class each day in an attempt to prevent Carpal Tunnel. We had to stand up and "Point, Click, and Drag!", which observed by an outsider would've looked like a gaggle of puberty-y kids with Epilepsy. NOT COOL. She also pronounced "Macintosh" strangely. HATE HER.

4. Soggy Bread Products
GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS. 'NUFF SAID. HATE 'EM.

5. The Seats in Razzo
Whoever designed that shit is beyond ergonomically challenged. Clearly s/he never sat in the chair for more than ten minutes. At first it seems fine, but then BAM! Ultimate uncomfortability. The rest of whatever one is watching becomes completely disregarded, for too much effort is going into attempting to find a comfortable position. Case in point: HATE 'EM.

6. Walking Into Spiderwebs
Sorry I'm not home right now, just walked through a spiderweb (and now I'm flipping the fuck out because it's terrible) leave a message and I'll call you back. HATE IT.

7. Head On Commercials
HEAD ON: APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE FOREHEAD. HEAD ON: APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE FOREHEAD: HEAD ON: APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE FOREHEAD. HEAD ON: APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE FOREHEAD. HEAD ON: APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE FOREHEAD. HEAD ON: APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE FOREHEAD. HEAD ON: APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE FOREHEAD. Fuck my life. HATE 'EM.

8. Not Being Able to Think of More Things to Add to a List When I Know There's So Much More
The end. HATE IT.