These are a few of my most hated things...

[mrsbrown]

I hate getting dressed in the morning, I hate choosing what to wear, administering the smell test, getting part way through the day when the crotch warms up and reeks.

I hate the way my pot belly makes all of my pants irritate my fanny so that it oozes smelly stuff all day. I hate being on a tram, or worse, talking to a colleague (I'm usually standing while they sit at just the right height) and getting a wiff of my oderous self. I hate it when my kids say, "you're a bit smelly today, Mrsbrown"

I want to be a man, so I can get up, put on my suit with one of the 5-10 shirts I own, put on my comfortable shoes, run my fingers through my hair and be ready for anything that I might do in a day at work; walk 3 km, sit at a desk, go to a client meeting, wander around a construction site or climb a ladder into a roof space. If I were a man my willy wouldn't ooze smelly stuff, and nobody would notice that I was wearing the same thing as I wore yesterday.

I hate the fact that I'll feel better about what I'm wearing if I put the effort in, but I don't want to.

I hate that I'm the wrong size/shape to dress fashionably with ease.

I hate that I'll hate myself if I went out to the supermarket, or a local restaurant in tracksuit pants or my pajamas, but that's what I want to wear AND I need to go out for food.

I hate being rained on so hard that the water drips off the end of my nose before I'm a third of the way home.

I hate the way the papers on my desk are sliding off because I can't be fucked tidying them up.

I hate that I have to wash some clothes before work tomorrow, but I'm too tired to be motivated even while I know I'll hate myself in the morning for being pathetic and not doing it.

I hate being overtired, so that the whole world looks awful.

edit: I also hate that the bookmark collection I been developing over the past 8 years has spontaneously vanished. No, I don't think I have a backup