Shit I Hate Sunday

Shit I hate . . . . . . the time difference between me and him.  Makes it really hard to carry on a conversation.
Shit I hate . . . . . not being able to just call or text him whenever I feel the need to annoy somebody.  
Shit I hate . . . . . . not knowing how long I'm going to have to wait to see him. Sucks balls, cause he doesn't even know at this point. 
Shit I hate . . . . that I sound like a fucking teenager right now.  Somebody come slap me.
Shit I hate . . . . . being called feisty. Feisty? Fuck off
Shit I hate . . . . hangovers. Seriously. I almost couldn't drink coffee this morning. 
Shit I hate . . . . . drunk texting. Somebody save me from myself.

Shit I Hate Sunday

Shit I Hate . . . . . people who just text "K" instead of "okay". Hell, I would even take "ok".  But geez, fucking type it out already!


Shit I Hate . . . . the winking smiley face that punctuates every freaking sentence in the dork's text messages.  If he wasn't an old friend I would tell him to fuck off. 
 
Shit I Hate . . . . I got rid of my back up plan cause I thought I didn't need him any more. Ain't that a bitch?


Shit I Hate . . . . my boss cancelled our meeting this morning at the last minute. I could have stayed in my pjs a little longer.


Shit I Hate . . . . . the time difference between here and there. It blows. I'm talking in code. Shhhhh, it's a secret!


Shit I Hate . . . . .sessions at KinderHell. Thank fuck those are over!


Shit I Hate . . . . having to wait for the donor to get home on Friday so I can drop the kids off. Sometimes it's after 9pm. Hello douchebag, they're kids, they have a bed time. 


Shit I Hate . . . . my POS phone. Damn paperweight is getting on my last fucking nerve.


Shit I Hate . . . . . that I can't help my friend. My heart hurts for him and I miss his smile.

Shit I Hate Sunday

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Shit I Hate . . . . . . lame ass surveys on Facebook. Seriously, my life does not hinge upon what kind of Sesame Street character I am.  
Shit I Hate . . . . . douchebags that can't park straight. I drive a truck too, you don't see me parking crooked and screwing it up for everybody else. Straighten your shit out.
Shit I Hate . . . . . . not having a maid. Cleaning sucks.
Shit I Hate . . . . . . that I still feel confused about the break up.  But I'm getting better.
Shit I Hate . . . . . not knowing how to unlock the summer of Klout thing. 
Shit I Hate . . . . . weekends not being long enough. 
Shit I Hate . . . . . being a broke bitch. The end of the month always sucks.

Shit I Hate Sunday - The Break Up Edition

Shit I hate . . . . basically being broken up with via text message. 
Shit I hate . . . . . . the "it's not you it's me" line. Yes my family is crazy, but who's isn't? 
Shit I hate . . . . knowing I'll probably never sleep next to him again. Even if he did snore.
Shit I hate . . . . . having to explain what happened, even when I have no idea what the fuck just happened.
Shit I hate . . . . . losing my best friend. That "we can still be friends" shit isn't gonna cut it. I've seen what's on the "girlfriend" side of the fence. I want that. I was put in the friend zone. WTF?
Shit I hate . . . . . the whiny blog thing I'm doing right now. But like any woman I must whine and cry and nag. At least until I've had enough beer that I can look at the bright side and right now there is no bright side.

Shit I Hate Sunday

Shit I hate . . . . . not being able to stay in bed until 2pm today. I'm turning into a lazy bitch.
Shit I hate . . . . my knee hurting all the damn time. This shit is getting annoying.
Shit I hate . . . . my doctor. He's such an unhelpful asshole.  "My knee hurts." "Maybe it's lupus." Yeah, and maybe you should consider a new line of work.  Dick.
Shit I hate . . . . . Costco not having an express lane.  I just wanted to buy some baby wipes for my friend. I'm not stocking up for the zombie apocalypse. Seriously, how much fucking mayo do you need?
Shit I hate . . . . . there's nothing good on tv.  Shark week was cool for the first four days, not it's all re-runs and I swear this week is lasting forever.

Shit I Hate Sunday

Shit I hate . . . . living with my parents. Holy shit
Shit I hate . . . . . slow drivers.  Don't tell me you can't see the line of cars behind you. If that's as fast as your POS can go, pull that shit over and get the hell out of my way!
Shit I hate . . . . waking up at 6am on days I don't have to go to work. I could have slept in, but noooooooo! Fuck you internal alarm clock
Shit I hate . . . . my neighbor that does yardwork at 7am.  On the off chance that I actually manage to sleep until 7am the last thing I want to wake up to is your fucking weed whacker
Shit I hate . . . . having gray hair. That shit is pain in the ass.  
Shit I hate . . . . cleaning, it sucks



On an unrelated note, I'm considering doing this my last night of school on Thursday. Ha!

Shit I Hate Sunday

Shit I hate . . . . . . the chick that has consistently come to class unprepared. How the fuck do you come to class without a pen?  Hello, you're going to school I'm pretty sure that there might be a slight fucking chance you might need to write something down! That bitch really pisses me off. Two weeks left to give in to temptation and punch her in the throat. 
Shit I hate . . . . . the ex bugging the crap out of me via text about something that he could have handled on his own without even talking to me.  
Shit I hate . . . . . the instructor of my last class thinking it's just so much fun to do activities. Seriously? What's next circle time?  My idea of a fun activity involves beer and handcuffs. Pretty sure they don't want me to do that at a Christian university.  Haters
Shit I hate . . . . . that another intern quit. Lazy bitches

Shit I Hate Sunday

Shit I Hate . . . . . . fuckers that park with the ass end of their vehicle blocking the sidewalk. You have tons of room in front of your car/truck/SUV. Move up so people can actually use the sidewalk. It's called a sideWALK not a sidePARK.
Shit I Hate . . . . . . the busywork homework they're giving us the last four weeks of class. Lame! 
Shit I Hate . . . . . . people that take up three machines at a time at the gym.  You're not the only one here douche bag.
Shit I Hate . . . . . . not being able to go buy better running shoes.  Getting paid only once a month sucks.
Shit I Hate . . . . . . still living with my parents. Don't get me wrong, they're cool as hell, but they're my parents. I miss having my own house.
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Shit I Hate Sunday

Shit I hate . . . . . . people that drive slow as fuck on the two lane road to work.  Don't act like you can't see all the cars behind you.  There are plenty of places to pull over. Get out of my way!
Shit I hate . . . . . . . being broke this month.  Damn cancellations.  Low hours means low pay. What a pain in the ass.
Shit I hate . . . . . . the asshole ex being late to pick up the boy and making him stress.  Poor kid flips out if somebody is one minute late from when they said they would be there.  The ex knows that and still couldn't get his ass there on time.
Shit I hate . . . . . . . shin splints. I may have said this before, but it bears repeating.  Sucks ass.
Shit I hate . . . . . the piece of shit wireless mouse that just decided to quit working and closed all my tabs. I nearly had a damn heart attack. Thank you auto save!
Shit I hate . . . . . . no sleepover tonight. Okay, so I don't really hate that, but I'm not happy about it.  I sleep so much better when he's here. I could be asleep right now damn it!

Shit I Hate Sunday

Shit I Hate . . . . . . . microwaving food and having boiling on the outside and still frozen solid on the inside.
Shit I Hate . . . . . . having shin splints. It sucks ass.
Shit I Hate . . . . . . . the fact that ice cream continues to have both fat and calories in it. 
Shit I Hate . . . . . . getting acne in my 30s. Seriously, wtf? 
Shit I Hate . . . . . . being broke right now. Lots of cancellations last month makes for a small paycheck.
Shit I Hate . . . . . .  that we have 1000 channels and there isn't a damn thing on.

Shit I Hate Sunday

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Shit I hate . . . . . .finding only a 1/4 cup of coffee in the pot. I need my two full cups of coffee or somebody's gonna get hurt.
Shit I hate . . . . . . . people that take two parking spaces for their car. If it's that fucking special, leave it at home in the garage.
Shit I hate . . . . . . the kids constantly fighting over stupid shit. Can't we all just get along? Lol
Shit I hate . . . . . . not having time to run every day. Lame, I know, but it helps get rid of stressed and I am one stressed out bitch.
Shit I hate . . . . . . . . group projects at school.  There's always somebody that doesn't want to to their share of the work or lags until the last minute.
Shit I hate . . . . . . . getting up early to get the kids ready for school when I don't have to be at work until noon.  I could sleep in, go for a run, then take a nice long shower.  Why did I have kids again? Lol