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I hate those stupid emails you get where they tell you to look closely at a picture or video, then some scary looking jackass jumps up and screams and scares the ever-loving shit out of you.

Well I fell for one of those stupid things today. I even fast forwarded the video first to make sure it wasn’t one of those idiotic pranks and I never saw anything so I watched it again in regular time. Of course some freak screamed at me towards the end of the video and I screamed and swore so loud I think the roofers up on my roof heard me. I also scraped my hand on my desk when I jumped and pretty much tore all the skin off my wrist. Now it’s bleeding. I’m not happy. The person who sent that email to me is no longer my friend.

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I hate that my three year old daughter sometimes doesn’t tell me when she has a poop on the potty. She doesn’t flush the toilet when she does this. So not only do I NOT get to wipe her butt or wash her hands, but when people come over and use the bathroom, they’ll find a great big log in the toilet and they’ll think it was me! Sometimes she does attempt to wipe her own bum, but every time she uses the ENTIRE roll of toilet paper and throws it all in the toilet, leaving me to pull it out with my hands so the toilet doesn’t plug up. Oh the joy of having kids

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I hate when people knock on my door when I’m naked. For some reason, they always seem to come a knockin’ right after I get out of the shower. The last time I was walking from the bathroom to my bedroom and some old guy was standing right by my window so I’m pretty sure he saw my bare ass. The time before that a cable guy was knocking on my front AND back door while I’m running around the house trying to hide from him. I’m pretty sure he also saw my bare ass as I was running from one bedroom to the other. I guess I should figure out the moral of the story here and start getting dressed in the bathroom right after I shower.

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I also hate that every time I go to the McDonalds drive through they screw up my order. Last time they ripped me off some fries. The time before that they didn’t give me the cheeseburger in either of the happy meals I ordered. The time before that they didn’t give me any drinks and I ordered three of them! I guess that AGAIN I should figure out the moral of the story here, and that would be to NEVER eat at McDonalds again. Either that or actually check my order before I pull out of the drive through.

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I also hate liver.

Things I hate | RSS 2.0 | comment | trackback > posted on Wednesday, June 13th, 2007.