I hate:
1. Top sheets. I seriously hate them. I kick them off within 5 minutes of snuggling up in my bed. What a pointless waste of fabric.
2. Dieting. I’m not going to pretend I love that cucumber over a potato chip. I might say I do, but don’t believe me. It’s a damned lie. This is why I don’t diet and run instead. At least with running I can pretend to be somewhat athletic.
3. Sunburns. I’m not a baby about much when it comes to pain, but when it comes to sunburns, you might mistake me for a 7-year-old who just got her Shetland Pony taken away because she didn’t clean her bedroom (yeah, long-winded metaphor that doesn’t make a lot of sense - lay off). Additionally, if you have a sunburn I warn you to keep a distance. I know I can’t get it, but there’s a 68% chance I’ll gag at the sight. That hot-cold stuff makes me cringe.
4. My new twitter obsession. For some reason I feel the need to share every thought I encounter while I’m running around solo these days. It’s my way of sharing all the meaningless junk that bounces around in my head … you know, the stuff I can’t say to the checkout lady at Panera without raising her eyebrows. Example: “Top sheets can go to hell.”
5. Internet courses. What a clustery mess. I seriously get anxiety just contemplating logging in to Blackboard to review the days “to-do” and announcements.
6. Sushi as a meal. I have many theories about sushi. One theory I spout that tends to erupt angry responses among friends is this: sushi eating on a frequent basis is merely a fad with big-city folk. I’m referring to the people who like to throw patronizing comments at us country mice such as, “Haven’t you ever tasted real wasabi?” or “What are you doing putting ketchup on that hotdog?” … So, OK. Sushi is tasty and I enjoy trying new kinds … but I’m not going to admit I could eat three or four of the little gobs of rice and crab and respond with “mmm … how fulfilling” when I’m done. Instead, I’ll be looking at my empty plate, wondering when the server is bringing me beef.
