tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550682510636470426.post588909856819118028..comments2023-10-29T04:26:41.045-04:00Comments on Hello Gorgeous: 12 Things I Hate.hello gorgeoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15257391996828119047noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550682510636470426.post-75532595398673723122008-11-12T07:30:00.000-05:002008-11-12T07:30:00.000-05:00Actually, it means or originally meant something d...Actually, it means or originally meant something different, like fireplace, in French. And in French it's pronounced foi-ay, not foy-ay. And it's my hate list, so...<BR/><BR/>The dog farting thing is not an original thought, by anybody, so what to say?hello gorgeoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257391996828119047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550682510636470426.post-26660955579372214342008-11-12T07:19:00.000-05:002008-11-12T07:19:00.000-05:00"Foyer" is a French word. There's no disgrace in p..."Foyer" is a French word. There's no disgrace in pronouncing it that way. You don't pronounce "entree" as "N-tree," or "hors d'oeuvres" as "whores doh-oov-rees."<BR/><BR/>(And I read the "dog not owning up to its farts" thing in another blog.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550682510636470426.post-88941110904205101442008-10-31T16:28:00.000-04:002008-10-31T16:28:00.000-04:008) Also people who say "leis-ay" instead of leisur...8) Also people who say "leis-ay" instead of leisure.Junehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04859741457333717287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550682510636470426.post-31846003287084891692008-10-30T09:42:00.000-04:002008-10-30T09:42:00.000-04:00Ha ha. Yours made me laugh - here's mine:1. Canned...Ha ha. Yours made me laugh - here's mine:<BR/>1. Canned frosting<BR/>2. Anything having to do with the DMV<BR/>3. Fake hugs<BR/>4. Nude pantyhose with open-toe shoes. Ugh. Even more minus points if someone is wearing an ankle bracelet under said hosiery. <BR/>5. Airport delays.evenclevelandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16338164103202396208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550682510636470426.post-74302251428156664512008-10-30T07:28:00.000-04:002008-10-30T07:28:00.000-04:00This was more fun than the happy one. Thanks for y...This was more fun than the happy one. Thanks for your contributions! Andi, I'm still waiting... :-)<BR/><BR/>So, Raina, I guess the big sushi bash I was planning for your birthday is out? <BR/><BR/>Erin - Mornings. Ugh. Mine is overhead lighting in the morning. At my house, low lighting is required or else I just wear my sunglasses. And, yeah, nookie is much better than an alarm clock.<BR/> <BR/>Sizzle, thank you on the wet p.b. I showed that to my daughter to prove I am not alone. Solidarity, sistah.<BR/><BR/>TNF - I love people who are driving and pull into a parking lot or drive and I'm behind them and they decide to stop before actually moving forward into the property so I am right in oncoming traffic. Who knew there were so many things to hate?<BR/><BR/>David - Gatorade (and I've read Pedialyte works great).hello gorgeoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257391996828119047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550682510636470426.post-73333701840383269152008-10-30T00:03:00.000-04:002008-10-30T00:03:00.000-04:00NerF, it sounds like the subway was shitter today....NerF, it sounds like the subway was shitter today. Or most everyday.<BR/><BR/>And I don't like seafood in any way, shape, or form. Don't try to sneak it into anything you serve me. My tastebuds will revolt.Raina Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01095323923070587294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550682510636470426.post-54252873033406493972008-10-29T23:53:00.000-04:002008-10-29T23:53:00.000-04:00here is a Very Special NYC Edition: there is an un...here is a Very Special NYC Edition: there is an ungodly shitload of things to be annoyed at other people about in NYC.<BR/><BR/>1. Douchebags who step into a subway car and then stop dead. These people often transition directly into<BR/><BR/>2. Douchebags who stand in the doorways of subway cars, thus forcing everyone else to enter and exit the train at 50% efficiency and speed. These people I try to throw my shoulder at as I walk past, unless they look like they might beat me up. <BR/><BR/>3. Douchebags who push their way onto the subway car before people have even finished exiting, because they're so fucking desperate to--honestly I don't even KNOW what they're trying to accomplish. These people I ALSO like to throw my shoulder at.<BR/><BR/>4. Douchebags who walk to the bottom of a train platform staircase and stop in front of it. They are the evil twins of<BR/><BR/>5. Douchebags who block the entrance of the train station because they've suddenly become engaged in a pressing phone call, but are going to resume walking down the subway stairs at some point within the next 20 minutes, so why on earth would they move out of the way?<BR/><BR/>6. Tourists on Canal Street. Canal Street is a cesspool of cheap knockoff bags, fake Rolexes, acrylic scarves, and miscellaneous other shit, ALL of which has one thing in common: it is garbage. Nothing anybody should ever, ever for any reason want to buy is sold by the street vendors on Canal Street. And yet every time I have to walk there, the sidewalks are so clogged with people poring over this awful junk that I can barely move, and I often find myself risking bodily injury by dodging into the actual street just to move forward a few feet.<BR/><BR/>I could keep going for a frightening amount of comment space, but I think I better stop before I reveal myself to be a complete irredeemable crank from hell. <BR/><BR/>Raina--SEAFOOD?The Nerdy Fashionistahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18308706928494513658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550682510636470426.post-74995105713343984962008-10-29T23:11:00.000-04:002008-10-29T23:11:00.000-04:00I'd like to comment, but I've been out for belated...I'd like to comment, but I've been out for belated birthday drinks with my best bud. Here's something I hate: Hangovers.Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18003316530755458623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550682510636470426.post-48946334791696730922008-10-29T14:44:00.000-04:002008-10-29T14:44:00.000-04:00Ok, this is a request my cranky self can get behin...Ok, this is a request my cranky self can get behind.<BR/><BR/>1. Tiffany (kidding).<BR/>2. "Pacific" for "specific" and "supposably." <BR/>3. Kiwi social autism. <BR/>4. Hair color not found in nature. Burgundy and caramel top the list.<BR/>5. Tailgaters. In traffic, I mean. I have no issue with football fans.<BR/>6. Middle-aged white people who wear their pants/jeans too short. What's with that?<BR/>7. Eclectic interiors. <BR/>8. Wine snobs.<BR/>9. Bumper stickers. I don't care what you think. <BR/>10. Goth anything.<BR/>11. Seafood.<BR/>12. Rachel Ray.Raina Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01095323923070587294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550682510636470426.post-57041585844752764722008-10-29T12:15:00.000-04:002008-10-29T12:15:00.000-04:001) I also hate the bass. Ghetto blasting by my hou...1) I also hate the bass. Ghetto blasting by my house at 8 am is uncool, because my lazy ass is still asleep. That segues nicely into number 2:<BR/><BR/>2) Mornings. Mornings are stupid. (Unless it's Saturday nookie morning. There. I said it.)<BR/><BR/>3) Leaves. My cat is like a feline Swiffer and tracks them into my otherwise clean home INCESSANTLY. I really hate leaves.<BR/><BR/>4) Bad grammar. "Ying and yang" is a classic example. Incorrect apostrophe usage is also annoying.<BR/><BR/>5) Putting up my laundry. My closet is tiny. How does anyone expect me to fit the wardrobe of a thrift store fashion queen into such a minuscule space? It's making me break into a sweat just thinking about it.<BR/><BR/>For the rest, I will defer to your already very comprehensive list.erin@designcrisishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16136933184090552672noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550682510636470426.post-79534522384484496222008-10-29T11:40:00.000-04:002008-10-29T11:40:00.000-04:00These are fantastic. I laughed the fake phone call...These are fantastic. I laughed the fake phone call one, then the dog farts. I especially agree about the wet peanut butter (GAG).<BR/><BR/>I love that you yelled at the litterer. I feel this way about people who smoke and then toss their STILL LIT cigarette out the car window or on the street as they are walking. Put that fucker out! Or better yet, quit smoking.Sizzlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00182860438430294750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550682510636470426.post-72178567140831884302008-10-29T10:57:00.000-04:002008-10-29T10:57:00.000-04:00Love it ;-) I will have to work up from "dislike"...Love it ;-) I will have to work up from "dislike" to hate....Andihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00783652571241657386noreply@blogger.com