THINGS I DON'T LIKE

The fucking rattle in the front end when I turn. I don't know what compression arms are but I want that to fucking stop.

The fucking rattle in the front end when I brake. I don't know if it's the same thing but I fucking hate it.

The fucking way the fucking car fucking loses traction when I corner quickly. Why are you making me drive like a pussy, Car? Huh? What the fuck is your fucking problem?

The sounds of my neighbour maintaining his house. Every fucking day. Every. Day. Fucking stop washing your shit and mowing your shit. The fact that you have the fucking energy and drive to take care of your stuff pisses me off.

That there is fucking rubble every fucking where in this fucking house. Sure, the roommate's ex's stuff is fucking gone BUT HE STILL LEFT SHIT IN EVERY ROOM. I had this place fucking tidy and now it's not.

Stubbing my fucking toe.

The fucking sun. It's up way too fucking early and goes to bed way too fucking late right now. In winter, it sleeps the fuck in and then begs off at a fucking half day. Fuck you, Sun. Make up your fucking mind.

That Djruuh wanted to not tell anyone for a while that we were engaged AND THEN HE TOLD THE FUCKING ARMY AND THEN MY COWORKER TOLD EVERY FUCKING OTHER FUCKING PERSON. Yeah. I fucking resent not being able to tell people my own good news. Do you know how much I resent being told to keep shit a secret and then someone FUCKING TELLS EVERYONE?

That I was trying to maintain secrecy of the fact I got married so I could tell people myself but ONCE A-FUCKING-GAIN my coworker fucking scooped me. I resent people not letting me fucking deal with my own fucking news. I really fucking resent it.

I resent that I've moved twice without Djruuh's help and that I'll have to do it a third time.

I resent that I had to be the impetus for Djruuh to move out of his place and now his shit is everywhere. No, I'm not really interested in moving it all out of the fucking SUV myself nor do I really appreciate that I have a massive fucking pile of fucking clothing on my floor. I DON'T LIKE DEALING WITH MY OWN SHIT WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME YOURS TO DEAL WITH TOO

That Djruuh didn't get his request for $$$ into the clerks in time for them to deal with it. I'm not even in the fucking army and I know that two weeks notice isn't enough for them. Now I have to deal with the SUV right now so that I can get money from MPI to pay for the trip that he is supposed to be taking care of in totality.

I DON'T LIKE MY HAIR TOUCHING ME

I don't like that I've gained weight while Djruuh has been gone.

I hate the faint sound of whistling I can hear right now.

I hate the high-pitched sqeaky voices of children shrilly shreeking at each other.

I hate that the fucking TV won't fucking change the fucking channel without fucking thinking about it.

I'm going to choke a bitch shortly. Very, very shortly.