Ten things I hate about you
Paul has left me. Yesterday morning before I was awake, he packed his bags and took off. In order to cope, I have decided to write a list of ten things that I hate about him. This way, I will not miss him. I will be happy that he is gone.
Here goes:
- I hate the way he asks me questions non-stop in the morning before I am fully awake.
- I hate the way he talks so loud on the phone that whoever he is talking to does not actually need to use the phone to hear him.
- I hate that when he goes shopping, he buys enough inventory to survive a nuclear holocaust.
- I hate the way he shouts out all of the answers to Jeopardy before I have fully understood the question.
- I hate that he is never jealous.
- I hate the way he snores.
- I hate that he makes me eat vegetables.
- I hate that he calls our floor cleaner a Swifter, instead of a Swiffer.
- I hate the way he makes me call my pot belly a “sexy belly”.
- I hate that I miss him.
- I love the way he asks me questions non-stop in the morning before I am fully awake.
- I love the way he talks so loud on the phone that whoever he is talking to does not actually need to use the phone to hear him.
- I love that when he goes shopping, he buys enough inventory to survive a nuclear holocaust.
- I love the way he shouts out all of the answers to Jeopardy before I have fully understood the question.
- I love that he is never jealous.
- I love the way he snores.
- I love that he makes me eat vegetables.
- I love that he calls our floor cleaner a Swifter, instead of a Swiffer.
- I love the way he makes me call my pot belly a “sexy belly”.
- I hate that I miss him.