Tuesday, October 23, 2007
(12:14 AM) | The Girl:
Tuesday Hatred: Too-Tired-to-Write-a-Meaningful-Hatred Hatred
Hello, weblog readers! The Girl is back! After a long hiatus and many, many weeks of telling Mr Kotsko I would write Hatred, only to fail to do so time after time, I am here to share my warm, fuzzy, feelings of hatred.Without further adieu, the things I am hating on this, the 23rd day of October in year 2007:
I hate Chicago's weather. I imagine that is one of the most universal, widely-shared hatreds, and therefore, not even worth stating, but my, do I hate it. I hate that the pashmina my friend loaned me today ended up looking rather cute, as I might start wearing one, and I hate the idea of being a girl that wears pashminas. I hate that the pashmina my friend loaned me apparently retails for $279. I hate that many of my recent acquaintances are so insanely rich that they make me, a fairly "well off" person, feel somewhat insecure about my finances. I hate money.
I hate that my Halloween costume might involve my wearing any number of these pieces. (Pause: Game time! Guess my costume! Hint: Pieces are gold.)
I hate how busy I am. I hate that I actually enjoy all of the things that I am overwhelmed with, making it harder to cut one out of my life. I hate that I have a list full of 10 different activities -- woodworking! Portuguese! kickball! sewing class! volunteering! -- that I will most likely never be able to do before the age of 34.
I hate even thinking about what would happen to Chicago if the CTA's so-called "Doomsday" cuts aren't prevented.
I hate olives. And sour cream. And Campari.
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