I hate shaving. I don't shave my legs anymore, cause my boyfriend told me that since I hate it and you cant even see my hair anyway (I am a redhead, so its very light strawberry blonde), I don't have to. I love my boyfriend.

I hate folding clothes. I hate it so much that I will leave freshly washed clothes in my hamper wrinkling for days before I fold or hang anything.

I hate when my feet are freezing, but the top half of me is so hot that I am sweating.

I hate my poor circulation that makes my feet so cold.

I hate women who waste their talents and gifts and instead whore themselves up just to get a guys attention, even though they are worth more then ten of the men they are pursuing.

I hate mean people, and I hate the power that people who ruined my life in elementary school still had over me in high school.

I hate that even now, I don't fit in because I am not willing to relax my morals on commitment and interpersonal relationships.

Thats it for now. Not too much to gripe about.