I hate razor burn, too, and that dry, itchy, flaky skin that happens after you shave during cold weather. But I'm obsessed with having smooth legs. So I finally laid out $$ and got laser hair removal. Don't have to worry about that anymore, and it's wonderful.
I hate unloading the dishwasher.
I hate folding laundry and putting it up.
I hate being cold and not being able to get warm. That's happening a lot to me lately.
I hate those little shards of soap that are leftover at the end of a bar of soap. They're not really usable, and yet they add up to a lot of waste.
I hate it when people have atrociously bad breath and don't seem to have a clue about it. I have a lab teacher who's that way. We've all taken to carrying cologne- or perfume-laden hankies and tissues in our pockets and putting them up to our noses when he comes near. Gross!
I hate gossips.
I hate the predatory woman down the street who tries to flirt with my husband

As a hate rant goes, I supposed I don't have it too bad. But still, these are some of my pet peeves.