It doesn’t matter that we set all the clocks as soon as we got home. When I woke up to my alarm at 5 AM this morning I knew deep inside that it was really 4. I knew it was 4 AM and I cursed… I hate DST. Every time we go thru this procedure I hate it just a little more.

Spring forward. Fall back. Screw you.

tagged: time morning dst spring alarm hate fall

Received:

OMG this frickin’ month is almost half over.

(thank GAWD.)

hate you!*

xxxooo,
b

Sent:

Aw. You are like the Veronica Sawyer to my Heather Chandler… I’ll avoid any beverages you serve.

*kisses*

[NaBloPoMo isn’t for the faint of heart yo.]

tagged: love email nablopomo heathers hate blogging daily

I didn’t hate my morning. It was fine. It was better than fine actually, as the heat wave finally broke and I was able to dress without sweating. I didn’t hate my day at work. Well, I almost did. We are getting ready for a “visit” and we are trying to make our store look like a museum. Frustrating, but I didn’t hate it. I didn’t hate coming home to an empty house when I was expecting dinner already made as well as someone home either. I was just too tired to bitch about it.

What I do hate about today is that I started a load of laundry at 4 PM and just now (at midnight) remembered to get it into the dryer. Dammit! And ya’ll know I won’t go to bed until it is done and folded. OCD sucks yo.

Now what? Creative writing? Venting? Where’s my old iPod? I need music…

tagged: ocd laundry annoyed forgot hate up late Britney Spears - Me Against The Music    

MyCatHatesYou dot com. I should submit a few shots…

tagged: links cats you hate

I was just innocently making my blog entry for the day. Richard was home. He asked what I was typing about. I told him I was blogging about my feelings. He said, “That won’t take long. You only have one.” “Yeah”, I replied. “It’s hate… Shut up.”

We laughed.

tagged: richard blogging feelings hate meh