MY HATE LIST
Mood:  irritated
I have had a rant building for a while time and it is time to vent. Names have been deleted to protect the idiots. So "he" or "him" refers to several different assholes that have crossed my path in the years. I know give to you for your viewing pleasure: THE HATE LIST (in no particular order)

I HATE...

... The Burger King "King" The guy is fucking scary and irritating.

... The bug-eyed dude in the Burger King Enormous Omelet commercial. The same dude was pimping McGriddles last year and now he is selling New Coke with Lime. What a product whore.

... that I am sitting in a broken computer desk because of an ex-boyfriend tried to recline in it.

... that the same ex is now calling me saying that he wants me back.

... when 1 hour after I break up with my boyfriend, two exs call just to say hey.

... guys that beat around the bush. You are too distraught over recent tragedies in your life to call me for 5 minutes to say hello BUT not too distraught to let it slip out that you spent the weekend poolside in Miami with your ex-girlfriend.

... my job.

... that my job thinks that it is doing me a favor by relocating me to Tampa since I am moving, only to place me in the same hellhole of a position that I have now.

... going on job interviews and waiting and waiting and jumping every time the phone rings.

... going to college for four years and not using that degree one damn bit.

... not "being able to realize how special I am" as the last asshole put it, but then he taught me why I don't realize it. Because all men treat you the same way.

... that my southern accent is fading since living in Florida. Need to go home for a recharge.

... charging the Red Sox and Patriots DVDs to my Best Buy card because I thought I was a great girlfriend. I was a great girlfriend, damn it.

... not being able to look into the future and see the person that will be able to put up with my bullshit and want to marry me.

... sitting at home all weekend because my "check engine" light was on and then having the mechanic tell me this morning that it was because my gas cap was not tight enough.

... dirty old men at the bank that love my accent and try to grab my boobs.

... making drunk phone calls at 2am.

... that I lost my virginity to a Rauh. If you went to USC, you understand my pain.

... bullshit lines like "it is not you, it is me; can we still be friends?; I like you a lot, I just don't want a committed relationship right now."

... my standards being so high that the only guy that seemed to really care about me was a garbageman with a messed up smile so I would not give him a chance.

... having to give my apartment the overhaul cleaning before family gets in town so they think I am doing something with my life down here.

... that Darius Rucker sold out to a tender bacon ranch burger from Burger King.

... Burger King in general since they changed their fries like 10 years.

... have to pay to go to the beach.

... having only $1.74 in my checking account and it is 8 days til pay day.

... having to pay tolls to go to work and come home.

... men with hairy backs that want me to shave them.

... not having the stupid wild and crazy life that I did in college.

... all these damn big ass bugs in Florida.

... that my left arm is more tan than my right due to driving around.

... having to drive to Palm Harbor to get my "Dodgeball" DVD back. Not because I want the DVD back, just because I don't want the bastard to keep it.

... being able to give advice to all my friends on how to fix their problems but having no clue what to do with mine.

... that the beer in my fridge is not good anymore.

... not updating this thing more often, not because nothing new was going on, but out of sheer laziness.

... having to keep borrowing money from my mom.

... being almost 25 and feeling like I have accomplished nothing in my life.

... not being drunk more of the time.

... that I have to wait a whole week for the new episodes of Real World/Road Rules Inferno II.

... that I lost my sunglasses that I had for four years.

... that I can't sing (and being three sheets to the wind and singing a karaoke duet with Chris of Total Eclipse of the Heart does not count)

... answering the door everytime Drama knocks on it. "Hey, I was in the neighborhood, thought I would stop by."

... packing and moving.

... not being there for my younger sister more. being able to bond because of the large age difference and me being 7 hours away.

... that poor Chris has front row tickets to every show on the Cocktease World Tour 2005. By the way, she has got to let her guard down at sometime. Just add more Jagerbombs.

... that the sex with the ex was so great that I will now subconsciously being comparing every other experience to him.

... that he left 10 years ago and I still wonder everyday why and where he is.

But I am not bitter. More to come later, I am sure