Getting home to find my mailbox was fixed. I broke it on purpose so my sexy mail lady would deliver my mail to my door. All those letters I wrote to myself, wasted.
I hate people at work...and nasty ass emails. Walk your ass over and just talk to the person...ffs!!!
I hate hot and humid weather....I hate my curly hair!
I hate lurkers~!!~
I hate Stan's Garden...(I really don't but it sounds funny)
I hate I can't remember more I hate....to be continued.....