I hate laziness.

I feel as if the majority of the things I write about hating are actually related to my own laziness. Unfortunately it's probably one of my primary characteristics.

I hate when you have good plans for the evening, but rather than cleaning up the roach carcasses on your kitchen floor or wiping up the stain on the floor that the exterminator made when he helped himself to some Crystal Light or going for a run or eating a normal dinner instead of a defrosted english muffin and half a bag of jelly beans, you just lay around reading novels and then, you know, posting in a hate blog.

Go me.

Time to drink.