women news anchors are top on the list of the most stalked actually. stalking men see them as a person that is reliable on time and looking directly at them and get obsessed. crazzzzy
I hate washing silverware, I hate going to the gas station(esp since almost of them are out of gas right now) I hate folding socks I hate when people scream and yell at kids I hate when someone thinks they are funny and are not I hate being behind a garbage truck on a very hot humid day
i try not to hate, but i cant escape dislike certain things. like for example one morning i go to the terrace and there is a river in the middle of the street infront my block and i saw some dickhead who was throwing his trash in the fuckin river. it was a bag full of shits and at the end he throq the bag too!!! I wanted to scream at him, but he got in his fuckin car and went away...dirty prik
I hate when I leave home wearing some warm clothes and then during a day it turns into a nice sunny day. And opposite.
i hate the current lack of love in my life. i've only really loved (romantically) one person, ever, and it was long ago. my failure to afford pot or booze has resulted in REM rebound kicking in over the past two nights. last night i got real shaken up from the lady in my past and i woke up on the verge of tears. time heals nothing, really i suppose that should be enough melodrama for me this morning
Hate is such a strong emotion. There are things I don't like often intensely, but not sure if it goes as far as hate.
and many, many emotions (love, joy, fear) are very very strong. being strong doesnt make it bad. besides "intensely disliking something" is simply a way of saying "hate" with more syllables. you dislike the word hate because its so strong....so why is it ok to dislike something intensely, meaning very very strongly?
i hate people who steal parking spots while its raining and i have to park in the back of the parking lot after i waited forever for the slowest person EVER to pull out, and as i walk by their car glare at them, then run into 60 carts that the cart boy is pushing in front of me, go inside the store, come out and realize that the motherfucker who took my spot didn't even NEED to go into the store, but is sitting in his minivan waiting for his wife to come out. now that is just not a nice person. really gets my guff.