Things I hate…
Overcooked scrambled eggs. Undercooked, I can deal with…overcooked? Not so much.
Seeing little kids without parental supervision or love. Makes me sick to my stomach.
Football and Baseball announcers who never shut the fuck up and are compelled to point out the obvious.
Dirty ashtrays. I smoke. Schmoop smokes. But…I am constantly emptying the ashtrays. Can you say, OCD?
Those who say that people on unemployment just want benefits; they don’t want a job.
When the chain on the toilet handle breaks. That fucking irritates me to no end.
Assholes who express racism, bigotry, or a general dislike for a group or groups of minorities.
Minorities who claim racism and bigotry because they are somehow dissed “by the man” when the reason is not because of race, but because they are an asshole.
Constipation. I can deal with diarrhea ‘cause I’m getting rid of shit. Shit stuck up in me, makes me angry…and uncomfortable.
Oh, one other thing…
I hate it when I repeat myself. It reminds me that I am aging.