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I hate the societal pressure for girls to be thin.

I hate feeling fat for not weighing 100 pounds.

I hate not feeling attractive because I have curves.

What about the girls who diet and exercise everyday and still aren't considered attractive because they aren't size 0? That's right, we are viewed as unsucessful, unattractive and ugly. I hate trying to live up to something that I can't genetically be, I hate being told I'm fat, I hate being told that the skinny girls are hot, I hate seeing my boyfriend drool over skinny girls, I hate food and I hate being fat when I'm not even fat at all!

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I hate newer TV shows (documentaries & informational / educational) that stretch what would normally be a ? hr show into an hour. They could quite easily add more information on the subject and make it a full hour. But this ?repeating to stretching it out' to fill time, or reduce overall content to appeal to an ADD crowd. Especially with phrases & trends that ?Right after the break, we'll see what/how/why this happened/resulted/occurred? to only get after the break, ?we just saw what/how/why, and now we'll find out what happened/resulted/occurred?. They essentially waste the last few minutes before a break to tell you what to expect, to only get a reprise of the last segment of the show after the break. Are we that short sighted? Are we that dumb that we need reminders of what we just saw 10 minutes ago?

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I hate being poor. I somehow manage to attract rich friends, like M who has his own sailboat and goes sailing every weekend, L who was chosen to be on my super sweet 16 and turned it down, Y who wears Burberry stockings, O who's the heir to Kodak. I've spent my life vacationing with them at summer homes, eating over at their fancy houses, etc and yet I always end up feeling like shit because at the end of the day, I have to go back to my shitty existence.

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This is an FYI for people that don't know me and most importantly, the people that do. I can't stand liars. I despise them. Especially when the lie is so unnecessary.

Also? people that virtually beg you to be upfront with them, but they can't extend the same courtesy.

I am a valuable friend? and that's the TRUTH.

So, do me a favor? DON'T LIE. It's not very becoming.

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When are people going to learn how to drive? I mean is it that hard to understand the left lane is for passing? On my way to work this morning and just about every morning, I get behind a car or sometimes more than one car that's doing the same speed as the cars in the right lane. It's called move over and get out of the way people.

Yesterday I was on my way to work, I'm just driving with the flow of traffic, doing the speed limit and this car is going slower in front of me in the right lane... I turn on my blinker and check to see if any cars are in the other lane. There are two cars in the left lane going the speed limit and one car about three car lengths behind them doing the same speed.

As I start to merge over to the left lane, this freaking idiot punches it to try and not let me merge... I do anyways. The guy puts his thumb out. Okay, I guess he was trying to say good job or something, anyways. I give him the good ole finger. What he does next really pisses me off. He merges right and turns right into a gas station.

Need I say more? stupid people.

Okay, the next thing. Have you ever noticed in construction zones the traffic is always slow and backed up? Hmm. I wonder why? If everyone paid any attention to all the signs two miles and leading up to the construction zones, people wouldn't have this problem.

When you see a sign that says Road work for the next X miles pay attention to more signs.

Like signs that say right lane closed merge now. MERGE you idiots and there wouldn't be a traffic problem.

Also... lets don't for get the people who pull out in front of people.

Lets say I'm doing 55 and some guy pulls out in front of me and I have to slam on my brakes because the other line is either occupied or there isn't another lane at all.

Oh and lets not forget there isn't anyone behind me, and they just can't wait a couple of seconds for me to pass.

Damn I love stupid people.

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After reading Modern Love For Beginners by Fran Timbers, I have decided: I hate love. It's a pointless word that no one really understands. It's based on a lie: love is nothing, but chemical reactions occusing throughout your body to encourage the population of a species to reproduce to prevent them from becoming extinct. Instead love takes over our lives, distracting us and creating a fantasy world in our head, preventing us from getting any real work done.

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The first thing people without actual thoughts or opinions do, when they can't find anything to write about on their worthless Blogs is the post shit like this gem from here: Why is there another Tropical Storm out in the Atlantic? Aren't those water temperatures supposed to be below 80 by now? This one's called Zeta.

Have I mentioned how much I hate the fact that stupid people never know that they are stupid?

The other thing you do is loading your Blog down with pictures of your pets. This is because you really have nothing much to do in your life, no activities that you want to share, and you know what? Nobody much to love you either, or you would be doing something with them that if you still had time to make daily posts, somebody might actually be interested in. No, I'm wrong, there are probably other vapid traffic-whores who would love to have some boring little tidbit to comment about so that they could drive up their rank in google via your comments-page.

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Yes, I hate everything. That isn't to say that I don't like some things, but I also hate them at the same time. I hate everything because everything and everyone on Earth deserves to be hated. I hate you and I hate everything that surrounds me. Including myself. I hate myself too.

Everyone is a bastard. I'm not sure hate is an emotion as much as it is part of me. It flows through my veins, and latches on to anything it sees and hates it, hates it with the utmost passion that it surely cannot be healthy. I want to destroy everything I see. And people, people are the worst. I'm so jealous of everyone. I just want to be them, to know about them. And it doesn't help that I have a curious mind. I'm so interested in everything, apart from everything I hate. Which didn't make sense, because I've already told you that I hate everything! I hate that.

And I hate me too. But I also hate suicide and would never kill myself because I hate the thought of pain and I'm also desperate to live forever, to see everything. I believe that if I had everything I desired, I would still ask for more. And I would still hate everything. Oh I try and tell myself that when I'm older everything will be fine. (And I hate the way that made me sound like a loser angsty teenager, even though I'm it's true.) But I just know it won't. Because I'll still be surrounded by everything, everyone. And hate will pulsate through my body with enough venom to kill everyone. But it won't. I'll carry on hating for the rest of my life because I'm an unhappy individual who hates. That's me. Hate, hate, hate.

And do you know what? I hate you too. Reading this. Reading my hate. And I hate the way I've written this. I sound so stupid. And I hate the editor for creating the site so I can share my hate.

I wonder if this is even on the site. I hate it if it is and I hate it if it isn't. Ah well. I'll just carry on with the rest of my life. And I'll hate and hate and hate forever. I hate that. I hate everything.

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Over the last few weeks my job has become the most depressing thing in my life. I'm so dis-heartnened by it all that I'm seriously considering getting myself sacked so I don't have to do this anymore. It's slowly killing off what's left of me.

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I hate the telephone. The damn thing rings and all I think is: “Who are you and what do you want?!” What you want is for me to answer. Well, forget it. If I wanted to talk to you, I'd be making the call - so knock it off.

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The press for this movie is like some weird new kind of audial torture that alternates from ear to ear. On one hand, I keep hearing the phrase “gay cowboy movie” - which, really, has all the haunting appeal of someone saying “literate nigger film”. That is to say it reeks of a condescension I could perhaps do without.

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Let me be perfectly clear. I hate 15-second TV Commercials. I hate 15-second TV commercials. I hate writing them. I hate the people who suggest them. I hate the people who justify them. I hate the people who plan them in a media schedule. I hate clients who believe they are worthwhile.