Junkihate.com is a blog about hate. You’re probably reading this thinking, “Why do I care what this broad hates?” And the answer is: You should. Maybe if more people cared, women wouldn’t wear basketball shorts “just because” and pastry shops would stop putting jelly in their products unnecessarily. Maybe if people learned a thing or two about hate, we could band together and change the world one Ed Hardy shirt at a time.
I'm into music, vintage t-shirts, road rage, racism, ageism, sexism, favoritism, wheelchairs, the Burrito Ultimo, Lucille Bluth, Larry David, Sweet Dee, anything on 4AD, Smart Water, meat injectors, Mexicans, leather and nothing. I excel at nothing.
I hate when people say, “I love me some [INSERT NOUN HERE].”
Today, I overheard a lady say, “I love me some Dave Matthews.”
1. This lady meant it. (She really loves her some Dave Matthews.)
2. This lady exists. (I saw her. [And she was devouring what appeared to be a tuna melt.])
3. (She was obviously not a deaf.)
4. What year is it?
5. Nothing.
