I love liars.
I love people who can’t make plans.
I love boys who cheat.
I love boys who lie about cheating.
I hate catching a boy in a lie. :)
I hate my aunt and uncle’s dog Maggie.
I love picking up her poop.
I hate red wine and really hate Italian food.
I love being sick.
I hate orchids.
I hate driving fast and spinning cookies on icy streets.
I hate shopping.
I love but am slowing starting to hate reading.
I hate cooking for a someone special.
I love Bacardi 151!
I love being hungover.
I hate, and I mean fucking HATE The Flaming Lips!!!
I hate being cute.
I hate snuggling.
I hate being alone.
I hate listening to music.
I love being roasting hot.
I love Satan.
I hate Jesus.
I love the mole under my right eye.
I love talking on the phone.
I hate my pink old school nike’s.
I love wearing bra’s and putting make-up on.
I hate feeling beautiful.
I hate adorable boys with mohawks.
I love pretty boys.
I hate beards!
I hate Dr. Pepper.
I hate eggs. From my head down to my legs.
I love feet.
I hate sappy chick flicks.
I love scary movies.
I hate my grandmother.
I love my stepmother.
I love that my dad forgot my 20th birthday.
I love cancer.
I hate hockey games.
I hate to eat.
I love to work out.
I hate my friends.
I love dating.
I hate saying no.
I hate adrenaline rushes.
I hate a good fuck.
I love how few and far between good fucks are.
I love how picky I am.
I hate our armed forces.
I love George Bush.
I hate a good cigarette every blue moon.
I hate Strongbow.
I hate romantic internet intrests.
I love dry skin.
I hate hot showers.
I hate fellatio.
I hate naps.
I love feeling like I can’t say what I feel.
I hate the fact that I’m learning how to say those things.
I love to feel like I’m not good enough.
I love this blog entry.
I hate this crazy mood I’m in.