things I hate:

- the radio in my head that insists on playing the last half of 2 + 2 = 5, the first half of myxomatosis, and assorted bits of the last broadcast while I'm trying to write an essay on post-colonial identity as expressed by contemporary writers.

- my back. I just turned 18. why the fuck do I have chronic back pain?!

- tracking numbers that don't work. I know they're between here and Osaka, but where between here and Osaka are they?

- buying things on the internet with money orders.

- the rack of bangles - photos up when I'm at home.

- people on the bus who look at me funny 'cause I'm rocking a fauxhawk (for my UBC card photo)