14 Things I Love and Hate v2.0

This years Valentine’s Day Love/Hate list version 2.0… enjoy.
(Version 1.0 can be found here.)

I love green olives. Especially when drowning in a martini glass.

I hate hearing loose change in people’s pockets as they walk.

I love to run. Despite the hills that hate me.

I hate seeing people ride bikes without wearing helmets.

I love hearing stories told by other people, unless of course they’re stories.

I hate that there are haters in this world.

I love the word B U L L S H I T.

I hate the word “whatever”.

I love ice cream and cheese, even though they hate me, so now i don’t eat them.

I hate that I love to drink Mountain Dew.

I love music I can …and repeat, like Sara Bareilles.

I hate irrational behavior and try to avoid it like the plague.

I love sitting on my front porch during a severe thunderstorm.

I hate that Julie and the kids eat sardines right from the tin.

I love that my children find it a requirement to scoop kernels of corn with potato chips at the dinner table. Thus making their own corn chip.

I hate the feeling of throwing up, so I don’t.

I love to sneeze, so i do. Loudly.

I hate wearing glasses.

I love that a pencil behind my ear is a passport to creativity.

I hate eating at restaurants that specialize in the buffet.

I love baseball. Pitchers and Catchers already reported to Spring Training. Here comes the warmth.

I hate drinking pop straight from a aluminum can.

I love the burden of my sketchbook.

I hate stumps.

14 Things I Love and Hate

Valentine’s Day is about a cliche as it gets. In the spirit of those in love or in heartbreak, I figured I’d share 14 things that I love, and 14 things I hate.

I love tater tots … maybe more than a good thin crust pizza.

I hate onions. Even the ones called sweet.

I love improvisation, lamp, and the rest of that movie too.

I hate the music of Rod Stewart.

I love the smell of freshly printed 4-color brochures.

I hate walking into a bathroom with poor ventilation.

I love how certain people seem to reinvent themselves with ease.

I hate seeing good people give up.

I love how sincere Joey conducts himself.

I hate watching people put on Chapstick.

I love Rebekah’s innocence.

I hate the hearing the words slacks, moist and penetration.

I love holding hands.

I hate movies featuring live-action pets that speak.

I love how Aaron can dramatically effect the energy in a room for the better.

I hate that not everyone likes cauliflower.

I love that I have a tight circle of friends who know me better than me.

I hate the days when I don’t laugh.

I love the sound of wood pencils in a sharpener.

I hate watching a pencil die.

I love and admire how resilient Julie can be.

I hate birds. They peck, they poop, and they have beaks.

I love music and need it like water.

I hate walnuts in brownies.

I love getting paint on my hands, so much that it’s like a topical cocaine.

I hate smoking.

I love Max. Even if he is … a little shit.

I hate lists.