Do I really hate everything? No way. I just got thinking; as so many people think I do hate everything, I might as well make a blog named after the thing people think about me the most.
Seriously. I don't hate everything. In fact, I don't even hate most things. I would hazard a guess that I only hate some things. And of those things, I'd say upwards of 80% of them really deserve to be hated. Some are irrational hates, like the way I hate Licorice. And people who sing songs from "Wicked" in public places. Actually, I take those back. Those both really deserve any ill will they get. Kill 'em.
On a more positive note, I'd like to start off this blog by dedicating this post to a personal hero of mine. I don't know who he was, and I'll likely never see him again. This patron saint of parking pointed out that he was walking to his car, and thus I could have his parking spot. How he managed to communicate this to me using only had gestures from a distance of 20 yards was something to behold. So here's to you, Captain Subaru, for seeing my anxiety and rescuing me from an extra 5-10 minutes of walking. This one's for you.
I know that's silly, but it's the little things in life you treasure. Your life can be a heaping, steaming, whistling pile of pain, but one surprise act of kindness can keep you alive until you get to the safety of the Arsenal homepage or back to the Ebon Hawk, hours later. It's not often we get reminders that life isn't one big hangnail, but when they do come, I gotta say, they're welcome.
Holy crap. I just saw a guy that looks like a skinny Franck Ribery.
Also, kudos to these guys: http://www.theproclaimersofficial.co.uk/2003/
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