Biscuit has given me permission to steal his idea about blogging about giving yourself permission to hate the following things. I HATE…
broccoli.
tapered pants.
hackerspeak.
NASCAR.
pseudo-acronyms like tribeca and nolita.
not being five inches taller.
celine dion.
people who use hearts to dot their i.
music scene blogs.
buffalo wings.
white mugs.
musical doorbells.
people who revere the eighties.
hairsprayed bangs.
that arsenio hall noise.
using both backpack straps.
any bus outside of an NYC bus.
NYC buses except at night and crosstown.
any pen color except blue or black.
teenagers.
insects.
payphones hanging off the reciever.
malls in NYC.
macy’s.
wimps.
guys with long hair past the age of 25.
jackhammers.
stinky cheeses.
rabid star wars fans.
fake nails.
fake tans.
fake hair.
fakes.
people who lean their back on subway poles during rush hour.
overdraft fees.
people who think children’s books aren’t good literature.
anyone
who does anything
ironically.
wet feet.
formica.
and
perms.

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