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When somebody comes over and you ask them if they want something that you are trying to get rid of, and they want it but say, "Do you mind if I get it later cause Josh and I are going to Film Forum to see The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, and we're not going straight home." I hate tails-up pennies, sweetened coffee, hideouts that more than two people know about, political songs, when you're staring off into space and someone waves their hand in front of your eyes--it's equivalent to someone stopping you from yawning. Cockroaches, bamboo, rides. I hate it when sales people say, "Wear it with jeans," when you can only chew with one side of your mouth, the way straight guys sit on the subway, "high-fiving," Mylar balloons, empty ice cube trays, pantyhose, insect bites, polyester dinner napkins, litter bugs, cinnamon in food, homemade soaps, hot sauce, people in health food stores (they never look healthy). I hate it when people toss their change in a tip jar--that's not a tip, that's just you getting rid of your change. I hate phony people, "What's Good?" when you're taking someone's order, the price of butter. I hate construction, gourds, hard plastic packaging you can never open, tulips. I hate returning phone calls, Styrofoam peanuts, change on the floor, people just sitting still in a rocking chair. When someone calls and says, "Hey, turn on the TV real quick, I want you to see something." Or, "Hey, listen to the words in this song." I hate being stuck behind somebody when they are writing a check, futons. I hate constipation, and when people say "because." Because everything after because is always bullshit.
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