| Don't you hate it when you know you don't like someone or something about them, but you can't put your finger on it exactly, so you don't come out with it publicly because you will sound unreasonable and mean? When really they are the one who is the not-so-nice person. And don't you hate it when this person is part of your extended family, so you are forced to be nice and see them often?
And don't you hate it when you take that first bite of that piping hot something-er-other and it burns the shit out your mouth and you automatically spit it back out and then your tongue is raw for the rest of the day?
And don't you hate it when you go to a public bathroom and you are in a hurry, so it's the one time you aren't paying attention, and you sit down only to find the toilet is all wet? And you are so disgusted that you jump up and scream so loud that people with a block's radius can hear you?
And don't you hate how you have that one friend who eats whatever she wants, whenever she wants, and rarely exercises, yet she remains a size 2? But if you eat half a brownie, you gain 10 pounds.
And don't you hate how your mother has everything she needs and wants and she's also very picky, so she is the hardest person to shop for every single Christmas, but then Mother's Day sneaks up on you and you honestly have no idea what to get her?
Yeah, I hate that.
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