Ten things I hate about ...

I hate having to walk to the end of the platform to smoke where there is no cover. Although I realise the inherent benefits to everyone's health-both to the non-smokers who don't have to breath in our disgusting fumes and to the smokers who have to walk a little extra each day to support their disgusting habit-my tired feet were unimpressed.

I hate farting in public without meaning to. While waiting at Strathfield I decided to go down to the end of the platform and have a quick smoke. As I squatted down my insides decided to play a joke on me and let one rip. There were two people standing there smoking also. I hope that they didn't hear me.

I hate needing to fart in public and not being able to, while on a train for example.
Today I on the train to the Central Coast, between Strathfield and the Coast, I needed to fart the whole way and couldn't because of the many people in the carriage with me.

I hate making schnitzels when your finger tips get covered in a mixture of flour and egg, which eventually forms into a sticky substance the strength of which is unparalleled in all of human existence. I made some tonight and after three hand washes and a shower I still have bits of that gunk between my nails.

I hate my toenails.

I hate smelly feet, particularly when they are attached to me. There is no escape then.

I hate it when public restrooms have no toilet paper, particularly when I have just done a massive direar and not looked for paper before I did it. This has actually happened to me; I had to use my underwear. I now travel everywhere with a roll of toilet paper in my backpack.

I hate people staring at me walk with a stick. Although it does irk me somewhat, I give children dispensation because I know that children are naturally inquisitive creatures who often lack the appropriate social skills to not stare. Adults have no such entitlement. This also goes for people who stare at me parking in disabled spaces. Just because I am young and they are old gives them no right to judge me.

I hate reformatting computers. They always seem to lull you into a false sense of "this isn't going to take as long as I thought" … until midnight hits and you realise with startling clarity just how much work is left.

It goes without saying that I hate homophobia, racism and bigotry of all kinds; rape, murder, grand-theft-auto and the like; dial-up internet and reality TV.

(Due to being on dial-up internet, there will be no image in today's post. I regret any inconvenience this may cause.)