10 things I hate that you probably love

As an eccentric 29 year old black woman, I often find myself quite enamored with things that most people might find odd, off putting, strange and perhaps even repulsive. Well, you know what? I feel the same way about what brings the average person pleasure. Would you like some examples? Sure ya do. You wouldn't have come here if you didn't, So sit back, relax, take off your bra and prepare to be amazed... or shocked... maybe even offended?

THE HATE LIST:

(Yeah, it's more than 10 things)

I hate cheesecake. I think I've mentioned that one before.

I hate going to the movies. It's too expensive and not worth it to me.

Country music. I hate country music so hard it hurts.

I hate bananas.

I hate tequila. I think it tastes like vomit.

I hate seeing people "vape". I used to do it myself, but there's just something about it that looks silly to me.

I hate today's pop music.

I hate having my skin lightly stroked. I'm a vigorous massage kinda gal. If you're going to touch me, make it worth it.

I hate snakes.

I hate hugging my mom and dad and sisters. I don't know why. I've always been that way.

I hate hype - especially with movies and books - which leads me to my next hate:

I hate how every new book is being turned into a movie now. Why? Because it creates too much hype for the book and that makes me not wanna read it.

I hate Coca-Cola. It makes my teeth feel gritty.

I hate bands with female lead singers. I don't know why. I just do.

I hate being referred to as dude, bro or buddy.

I hate big wide open spaces. It freaks me out to look up at the sky. I guess you could say I have the opposite of claustrophobia.

I hate that I have SO many great event ideas but not enough $$$ to make them happen.

I hate dryer lint. Up until a couple years ago, I refused to touch it.

I hate unpacking after a move.

I hate sports.

I hate pants. I don't even like leggings (see next hate for details).

I hate shaving my legs.

I hate being unhappy. Seriously. I don't handle it well.

I hate clutter. My house would suggest otherwise, but it's mostly my husband's stuff and I'd give it all away if I could. He's a pack-rat!

I hate when people refer to themselves as bohemian when the only bohemian thing about them is the way they dress.

I hate ice-cream sandwiches.

I hate cold cake. I like it warm, like it just came out the muthah flippin' oven.

I hate that I can't afford to go out to eat sushi everyday.

AND

I hate that you don't know how much I luuuurve you!

Ok, so that's it for now. Here's a some other stuff.

TEXAS SNOW! We had a light snow for about an hour earlier this week and now it's back up into the 60s. 

This week's nails.

My wittle girl in a thrifted skeleton suit. Everyday is Hollieween in this house.

I'm going to go do what I do best: eat stuff.

Have a great week!