I hate the sticky, little labels that are attached to apples. What do you do with them? They're worse than boogers.

I hate white noise.

I'm sick and tired of litter on my street.

I hate blister packs.

...and why is it when someone speaks of compromise, its always me that has to do the compromising?

I hate people who won't move to the back of the bus to make room for others.

I hate people who say hate all the time.

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