Vent Sesh.

I hate. I hate dust. I hate dust so much. Leaving dust footprints in every room I go. Cleaning the same floors a million times. I hate clutter. I hate dirty things. I hate smelling stain and polyurethane ALL the time. I hate things that don't match. I hate things that don't match. I hate things that don't match. I hate the new lights, I hate the old lights. I hate cleaning up messes. I hate having shit all over the table. I hate having shit all over everything everywhere. Piles. Piles everywhere. I hate tools. I hate dents. I hate laundry. I hate my neighborhood. I hate homework. I hate worrying. I hate worrying about what I'm going to be when I grow up. I hate worrying about my body even though I've lost weight. I hate that that'll never go away. I hate things that are left unfinished. I hate not having enough energy to fix everything. I hate investing so much hate in something that has nothing to do with me. I hate the smell of downtown Denver. I hate that stink of hobo, car exhaust, restaurant grease, nastiness. I'll never not hate that smell. I hate not having all my close friends near. I hate not talking to Eva, Meredith, Lynde, and Jackie like I used to. I hate being cold. I hate my hair. I hate being wrong. I hate when things don't go my way. I hate lingering fights. Fights that never go away. I hate unnecessary confrontations. I hate feeling like I don't have enough time to go visit my brother in Boulder. I hate that I don't climb right now. I hate not having a grocery store close. I hate mean people. I hate when I'm mean. I hate stinky people. I hate when I'm stinky.

Alright. I've run out of steam. That last part about being stinky just made me laugh. My life is great but I've been all kinds of irked lately. Hopefully I'll feel better soon. Smell ya later!!