I get to go into work 2.5 hours late. Even though that makes me happy, as does the song that just came on because it promotes clapping, I'm still gonna hate a little bit just for you.
Hate: Weak water pressure. Apparently I just like painful showers, because a love of the past has been boiling hot showers, and now I'm hating on not having laser-like streams of water shot at me. But really, the water needs to be pretty much knocking me over before I'm happy. I don't feel clean any other way and it makes me really angry. Also, when the water pressure is too weak, it's SO annoyingly difficult to wash shampoo and conditioner out of your hair. I guess have a really low tolerance for this because my hair is actually probably one of the easier heads of hair to rinse, it's not curly or thick or long or anything, but whatever, if the water pressure was up to par it would only take a second. Anywayy, I like to spend the majority of my shower straight chillin, therefore I don't want any other thing to take up too much time lest the water temperature drop, THEREFORE the water pressure needs to be ridiculous to cut time on the dumb washing crap you have to do to a minimum. The water pressure at my parents house is amazing, but when I stay anywhere else I totally judge them based on water pressure. In conclusion, I will be pissed if you have weak water pressure. Also if you have perfumed soap, but that's for another time.
So, thats my shower play by play, ha, onto the lovingg...
Love: When the love of my life, Yesel, who is a love in and of herself, hates the same things as me. It is pretty common as we are very similar (hence the love of my life thing), but it makes me happy. Also it justifies the fact that I have this blog in the first place.
Bye Haterssss,
theGrump
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