1. Getting shocked. Apparently, full carpeting + winter = getting shocked on EVERYTHING. I hate it!!! Sometimes elle will lean over to give me an eskimo kiss and our noses will shock each other! grr!
2. Sirens. Shitloads of snow + idiot impatient drivers = muchos sirens. I also found out why our corner is so firetruck and ambulance active: a.) we live right across the street from a retirement apartment complex. b.) There is a firehouse on our street that I did not know about. Whoopee, who knew.
3. Our doorbell. I hate that thing with a fiery flaming passion - maybe even more than the previous two things. It is so fucking loud and shrill that it makes me (and all my roommates) jump a thousand feet and shriek almost every time it rings. And people have still not grasped this fact that is is the demon seed doorbell from hell and liberally apply the doorbell-pressing. And it makes me want to slam the door in the face of whoever it is waiting out front.
Yeeeeeeeesh.
You know what else I hate? Being up doing master copy drawings at 4am. But I have no one to blame for that but myself. Bummer.
I hate poetry.
I hate cold sores.
I hate yappy dogs.
I hate the word vagina.
I hate the Sargent portrait staring at me from across the room going "noooo... how could you butcher me like thissssss wahh"
but I love Sargent. A lotttttt. Especially his charcoal portraits.
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