13 Things That I Hate.

7 min readAug 14

A bakers dozen if you will, - for those more optimistically inclined. I figure, 13 is a good number to have for this subject. -That is, if we don’t look too closely at the origins of the unlucky 13.- (because turns out, 13 is not unlucky, -but that is a story for another time, and for a more positive missive.)

A cat named Awesome, (actually I can't remember his name sadly..but I think he would have approved of the name Awesome, (instead of Cutsie, or whatever stupid name they called him) Awesome is just one of the many cats that has been declined me over the years, (no this is not the one I wrote about) Still, I think Awsome would agree with this list of annoyances.
Also quite possible, as I am just now noticing,
that he may have also been annoyed,
with me. :/
Photo by zoomplanet.

In A World,

where we strive- or because we are forced- to look on the bright side of things, it is occasionally fun to spout off shit that we just really don’t like.

So here are a few of my least favorite things:

1. Smoothie Blunders.

Pouring a smoothie into a glass and it arrives at the rim perfectly, and then something happens, and it causes a mini tsunami over the side of the perfectly dry rimmed vessel, causing you to have to then, reach for a towel, paper or otherwise, pick up the now, soiled vessel with your bare clean hand, making your palm slimy wet with smoothie, as you try to wipe the glass side, and table surface down with the so called towel you grabbed which usually, at this point you are realizing that you didn’t grab enough, and you’re just making everything more wet, -until things are finally back to their pristine state without spilling any more.

I hate that.

2. Sleep Forgetfullness.

Getting into a nice, well-made bed in the evening after doing everything you needed to do that day. That wonderful feeling of relief that your body gives off because it knows it gets to shut down for the next 6 hours before it has to wake up the next day and put out the next 20 fires that await you. Ahh… the bliss! ….

And then you realize you left your phone in the other room, and now have to break thru your pristine bed-snuggle to get up, and get your phone,- making the next back-into-bed, just lame, because everything is now disheveled and loose, ruining the feeling of clean sheets and the sigh of relief- because now your body, and system, until it falls asleep, is just on edge -waiting to remember the next thing that you forgot to do.

I frickin hate that.

3. Looking at an Unmade Bed.


Nomadic procrastinator suffering from run-on sentences-caught btwn a 9 -5; an exp passport; a 30 yr mtg;+a dog who has sep. anxiety when no oxford comma is used