As a person dependent on alcohol, I hate when I run out of beer. I also hate when a sober person cannot appreciate a post punk song for its genius despite my hammering of a beer bottle over their ignorant brains.
I hate it when I'm sitting here watching the Patriots-Dolphins game from opening week 1994, and Terry Kirby can't make a ******* cut to save his life because its so freaking muddy on the field right now. OJ McDuffie acting like he's hot **** when he hasn't even caught a pass yet, Ben Coates dominating Brian Cox in every sense of the word.
the status quo, and pressure to conform to the norm. i hate constantly reneging on my convictions because i'm scared that people will either be disappointed in me or feel sorry for me. and i hate that i think so much. and i hate that i have no rum. because a rum and coke sounds nice.
I hate it when people try to correct my grammer and spelling here. Im literaturly slow and im proud of it.
Expectations, responsibilities, deadlines, being accountable, having to tell the truth, other people talking about their high expectations and being accountable.
I try not to hate. More dislike. Hate is a strong word. But I do hate when my gaming controller doesn't do what I intended. Not saying it didn't do what my hand movement did but just saying what I intended.
Bills. Cold weather. Beef Jerky costing $7.00. Remembering just now I forgot to buy milk today. Damnit!
I've never really got behind the idea of airing dirty laundry on clutchfans, but i almost started a thread here about this. I came to the crashing conclusion earlier tonight that my brother is a piece of ****. earlier, he and my other bro call me and offer to buy me a beer because it's my bday, I respectfully decline because, well, I don't drink beer. They insist with a couple of annoying texts and I cave. I meet them and we have a few pops, although, I asked the bartender for a glennfiddich, because it's my drink of choice and, like always, they grumble and spout nonsense of me being on a high horse...I roll my eyes and chuckle because we have been down this road before, and honestly, they know I'm gonna eventually drink what pleases me....so if it annoys them that much, my thinking is....why bother? my brother sees me roll my eyes and says a few things, which I laugh off because it doesn't affect me, I think he knows it doesnt really bother me and becomes even more annoyed with the fact that I'm not bothered...and he proceeds to take shots at one of my kids via reprehensible comments. I had a few beers and a glennfiddich in me, so, I'm not thinking straight, and......I punched him. right in the bar. It was pretty tragic. I feel like an idiot. but......I draw a line when it comes to my kids. this spilled into the parking lot. I was trying to leave and my brother wanted to keep it going and came up to me and got right up in my kitchen and popped off about my kid again....so.....I punched him again. now is nose is opened wide up. there is blood everywhere, and my brother is down. I get in my truck and bail. basically, I hate my brother.
wow. sounds like he was trying to show you a good time, but your idea of a good time and his idea of a good time is completely different, some people don't need to drink and get hammered in order to have a good time, but some people do. especially people who want to forget about something or everything. considering that... you did what you had to do. maybe your brother is fighting his own devils now.
people using words that don't exist..specifically "irregardless" people using the term "reverse discrimination". It doesn't matter what ethnicity someone is, either its discrimination or its not.
