I hate people who come into my store to shop 10 minutes before closing.
I hate them more if they have a return too.
I hate Paris Hilton.
I hate that my local Suncoast is closing down.
I hate that my Tohru Honda pinky still isn't here.
I hate that caiman.com on amazon sent me a PAL version of King of Bandit Jing vol 4- I also hate that I've been waiting a month for the damn media mail package to get there so I can get a refund. And I hate that I probably won't since I'm sure they'll claim it never came.
I hate myself for only noticing today that a $20 check I deposited in October had been entered with a 1-number mistake, meaning it got put into someone else's account. I hope I can fix it tomorrow, but I don't have high hopes...