You can’t go to the bathroom now.
You can’t clean your windows.
Just keep your hand on the latch,
and keep hating those non-lockable fuel nozzles.

Not unlockable, yet non-lockable. Fuck this pump.

Chirping, calling your presence.
For you to see…
the horrors of dirt.
But it’s time to move -call it at five.
You’ll never be The Prisoner again.
Don’t look back at those ugly bathrooms leaks.

Not precisely easy to clean…
No filter to avoid it.
Oh… I hate dusty fans.

How did you get inside?
Obviously the window nets disappoint me again.
Oh well…
Don’t know what your last name is
-but whether it is Chironomidae or Tipulidae,
it’s time for your allethrin…
you… non-sucker flying thing.
Sorry, I won’t mourn you.

There’s a guy in the neighborhood.
And what a ‘gangsta’ he is.
Oh… the hate. Mixed with pity.
He installed that fucking sound when he locks or unlocks the car.
Volume 11.
And now all the neighborhood knows when he’s around.
I tried to use that unpredictable event as a trigger.
Not for anger- but as a call to do positive stuff.
Exercise- for example.
But it’s draining me.
I really don’t like the sounds of the car of the guy who wants to be a gangsta.

Remember when the sound of it hitting the tub used to startle you in the middle of the night?
Oh, those were the times. So nostalgic…
Every now and then it happens again. But it’s part of life now.
It rarely even tickles the hypothalamus.
Because the hatred for crappy suction pads should remain immeasurable.

I don’t know.
I am guessing whoever is responsible works at Google.
I don’t really know and I won’t check it. Not today.
I bet (s)he enjoys the job. It’s a very creative position.
I have no idea.
But I will tell you, whoever was involved is a monster.
The level of annoyance and pain these generate is…
immense…
And that can’t be a coincidence.
All of them were created to annoy.
And I don’t see the point. To wake up angry?
To include something that will be deleted?
And they aren’t even creative or decent from a musical standpoint!
Glad that these can be changed…
I even miss LG’s “Good morning”.
I really hate Android’s default ringtones.

Anger’s award of the month.

How many hours does it take to Tier 3?
More than 5. But it wasn’t just a day lost. Day after day, the anger and hate towards TWC that I accumulated throughout the last two months may be getting to heart-attack levels.
I hate, hate, hate, hate that company. Damn, I wish I had a viable alternative. We’ll have to wait for Google Fiber.
I hope that Time Warner Cable goes bankrupt. I hope them (along with Comcast) disappear from Earth and they never return.
The funny thing is that I don’t even feel that the reasons for that hate have to be enumerated. Almost everybody that had to deal with the company will have one or other complain.

February 2015: Time Warner Cable.

She couldn’t ever say NO!
MILK! -she said instead.
And the milk dried around her mouth,
and those dried pieces always fell in the coffee cup.
Damn, I hate dried milk around the plastic bottle’s mouth!!