today i hate the world.
hate it all.
from the bastard that stole my dad's chef to open a lousy donut shop
to the slimy s.o.b. that bought my dad's place to turn it into a 'kosher style' backwater deli dive that will cater to old conservative farts and their bi-religious grandchildren.
hate the store that my dad had.
hate the fact that he sold it.
hate the cell phones that turn so much precious living time into extended buisiness hours.
hate the raucous ringtones.
hate the meaningless conversations and the high decibel level of the talkee (the phone is there so you DON'T have to shout, asshole).
hate the yiddish peppered into conversations that don't require them.
hate the nosey busybodies that need to know every move you make.
and their counterparts who smile to your face and stab you in the back.
hate the politics between friends.
hate having to choose sides.
hate having to break ties.
and the fact that i'm too damn sensitive.
hate the fact that i won't swear on my own blog.
hate the fact that i'm so pissed.
hate my meds.
and the symptoms they're supposed to cure.
hatewhen God deals bad hands.
hate the world-
or do i just hate me?
