Caution: this post is full of hate. It will stomp on your sunshine and kick your puppy.
Lately, I’ve been in a huge slump. Lately, I hate everything about everything.
1. I hate that I feel fat. Regardless of whether or not I actually am fat, I feel like it. And it blows. Every March, the same thing: I spend all winter in jeans and hoodies and all of a sudden I feel like a damn beached whale. Mentally, this is how I feel:
Lol, I can’t believe people let pictures of themselves looking like this end up online. I think in the next few weeks, I’ll just detox. That is, if I can ever free myself from my horrible addiction to diet wild cherry pepsi.
At least I’m proactive about the fact that I feel fat. I can’t stand it when people sit there and say “God, I’m so fat! Back in the day, I was wearing a size 2 and…” Well, you fat, stupid bitch, maybe you shouldn’t have spent the last few years on the couch watching game shows and eating potato chips! Get your fat ass to a gym, eat some carrot sticks, and shut the fuck up!!!My very best friend from high school recently wrote this blog about her weight loss journey. Its really inspiring in that she began as a spoiled, lazy Jewish princess, and now knows that the weight she gained was her own damn fault.
2. I hate it when people refuse to clean their homes and then complain about how often they get sick or how much they hate the place in which they live. Excuse me, but if you’d get off of your lazy ass and throw a few dishes into the dishwasher, maybe your immune system wouldn’t react to living in squalor. Further more, maybe your “home” would be a hell of a lot more appealing to you if you’d actually take the trash out every once in awhile. I can’t name names. I’m afraid some of these people may one day stumble across my blog and I’ll be totally fucked, but how disgusting is it when you can’t even cook a meal in your own kitchen because the countertops are all piled with trash?
3. I hate my blog. Ok, well not my blog, just the look of it. I’m BRAND NEW to this whole blogging thing. I look at all these websites like miss-roboto, sillylittlepanda, and foreignlauren and I feel totally lame. My blog says nothing about me except that I’m a n00b. That blows.
4. I hate my job. Granted, I don’t have a desire to be anything but a waitress right now, but do the people I serve have to be so fucking cranky and demanding? Do you really think you’ll get better service at a restaurant by being a total bitch? Ryan Reynolds said it best in Waiting:
“Don’t fuck with people that handle your food.” We have the power. We prepare and handle things that you ingest. Not respecting us is a huge mistake.
5. I hate gas prices. Why is it that, when my brother was born in 1987, gas was actually cheaper than when I was born in ‘83? And why all of a sudden is it going up 10 cents a god damn week?!
6. I hate people that push their religion on me. I’m agnostic and part of the reason I am is because all you bible thumpers make religion look ridiculous.
I hate people who mistreat animals, I hate lazy people, I hate traffic, I hate racists, I hate soap operas, and I hate white trash!!! HATE HATE HATE!!!11!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!
*sigh* Maybe when I’m feeling better I’ll post a real update. I still have to blog about my birthday and T-Rav and My’s (sp? grm?) anniversary. Fun times…
