Yesterday I was talking to a friend and I must have said “there are few things I hate more” five times. Then I wrote a post about it.
There are few things I hate more than:
- Ventriloquists
- Whistlers
- Drunks
- Weird spellings of names
- Mullets
- 45 year-olds who think they’re 25
- This whole obsession with unicorns/mermaids/sloths in America that won’t go away
- Wind
- Family Guy
- Birds
- Grapes
- Small sticky children
- can openers
- When my phone battery dies in 3 hours because I’ve been incessantly texting
- Unnecessary apostrophes
- Companies discontinuing makeup I love
- My hair turning out too dark or too Elmo
- When a dress looks great online and is a potato sack on me
- Classic rock
- When my Saturday morning PBS Martha Stewart shows are preempted by telethons (just run a chyron for 30 minutes with the phone number and website)
- Salads that aren’t salads
- Bad cell reception
- When my pedicure doesn’t last
- Daredevil squirrels
- People who don’t know how 4–way stops work
- Christmas decorations after New Years
- The realization it’s the last episode of a show I’ve been binge watching
- Bad documentaries
- Scary movies
- Stores that don’t carry plus sizes but have them online, so I can’t try them on
- Mayonnaise
- Dogs that look like wolves
- Crew necks
- Women who wear leggings with tops that don’t cover their butts at all
- Meringue
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