Shit I Hate . . . . . when I wake up in the morning and the coffee isn't set up so all I have to do is push the button. Seriously, a little preparation please? Or tell me I need to do it. I could smack somebody
Shit I Hate . . . . . having to spend my whole weekend in class. Couldn't they have done this on a couple of weeknights?
Shit I Hate . . . . having to drive 45 to class with someone who doesn't talk and only listens to classical music. Shoot me NOW!
Shit I Hate . . . . .having the instructor pick our teaching partners for us. This bitch has no clue and I'm doing all the work.
Shit I Hate . . . . . having slept wrong and fucked up a muscle in my neck so that the right side of my body hurts like hell. My jaw hurts and I haven't done anything dirty to deserve it. Not fucking fair.
Shit I Hate . . . . . waking up and checking my phone and realizing he was online again and I didn't hear my phone. So pissed off that I missed him.
Shit I Hate . . . . . . . having to wake up early on the weekend. This blows