Seriously. I am hating a lot of things. Some are real and some are fluff but I am over them all the same.
I hate traffic and commuting. I hate living in the "Dallas" area. Dallas sucks. Yeah there are a million and one things to do and yes, more malls and restaurants than the entire state of probably, well...I don't know, pick a state.
I hate being broke. Yes, I needed a car but not necessarily the car payment. I am not famous so I can't just get a car nor do I have a sugar daddy that will buy me one. The car payment is eating up a lot of what was my "play money". Not to mention a higher cost of gas because the tank is bigger.
I hate that my nails all decided to break and since cutting them off, they don't seem to be re-growing.
I hate that Jimmie Johnson is positioned to win his 5th straight NASCAR championship. Enough already. We get it. You're good. It's time to share the wealth.
I hate that my insurance costs will be higher in 2011.
I hate that I found out this week that a guy I knew in high school that was dearly loved by everyone, was killed, it seems like, at the hands of his girlfriend. If he was the Popcorn I knew in HS, there would be absolutely no reason for that but I have to wonder, in this day and age, in the last 20 years, if he had gotten into a life that wasn't so good. Did something happen to make him a different Popcorn?
I hate that the Texas Rangers are not yet headed to the World Series.
I hate living so far away from J. Things are going really good with us and I just wish we could spend more time together. He mentioned me moving out there closer to him and while I think it's insane (I mean, dude still hasn't met my mom or best friend), I got to thinking...there's nothing saying I can't move a little closer to him, say, to a town about 30 minutes from him and not quite as far from home. You know, for myself. To "start over" if you will. A smaller town. A slower pace. A shorter commute. A new place to explore. Possibly with the one person I know that lives there. Why not? I mean, I'm not totally convinced but I sure am thinking about it. It might be crazy but it might be a good thing. I am still chewing on it. It would entail finding a job and an apartment and doing it all in order. I mean, do I find a job first and hope I find an apartment? Or apartment first then a job? How do I know what to do when?
I also hate that I could probably keep blogging but I won't because frankly, it's depressing. I need to "suck it up, buttercup!" and figure out ways to change things I hate into things I like or at least change them enough to take them off the list :)
P.S. - Hopefully Friday night, I can come back here and blog about loving the fact that the Rangers ARE headed to the World Series.