In no certain order.
When I was in 5th grade I ate 3 bananas in one sitting. Within the hours I was writhing in pain. Turns out I was severely constipated and the bananas were just the final straw. But I haven’t been able to eat a banana or anything banana related since. The only exception is banana bread. What can I say, that is good stuff.
I have a down right phobia of body fluids. Everything from spit to cum (hey, no one said this list is pg rated). There are no exceptions to the rule.
It drives me crazy how needy my kids are. I’m not proud of it, but I can’t handle it. Part of me can’t wait til they are teenagers and then I can make demands of their attention. The rest of me realizes that will be a sad, sad day. Anyway, I love my kids, I just wish they would remove themselves from up my ass.
My OCD can’t handle the disorder that comes with them.
No not the games like monopoly and World of Warcraft. I mean the deceptive games people play. If you want something, say it, go for it, do it, whatever. Games just breed drama, and I have enough drama in my life. What’s worse is being dragged into a game between to people who aren’t me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love myself on it. It’s a good med, but I can’t stand that my body is addicted to it. I miss one dose and I feel like death warmed over. It also knocks me the fuck out. Which is sorta good because it helps me sleep. But I have no say in when I sleep. I take it and within a couple of hours I’m a zombie. I can’t just wait to take it at bedtime because it has to be taken with a meal or it doesn’t work, at all. For those of you playing the home game Geodon is my anti-psychotic. One I’m on by choice. But that doesn’t mean I have to fully enjoy it.
I’m one of those people. What can I say, I’ve heard bad things about the policies in regards to employees and I don’t like it. I actually semi-studied walmart in a business class I took for school. So I even know a little bit of what I’m talking about. Verses just following, or not following, the masses.
What can I say, I’m lactose intolerant. I still eat ice cream though. It’s a whole risk verses benefit. In other words, the benefit of ice cream aka the “ohmygodyummy” is worth the risk of living in the bathroom for the next hour.
This is the closest I get to hating specific people. But teenagers are obnoxious, messy, game playing, drama magnets.
I think that’s enough for now.