i'm saving my hate.

See we do need a Gezeer Thread. and this one fits the bill prity well, except for moore sencative subjects.

That's why i made it..... I hate that!!!

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You know, all of us are difirent and like doing difirent things. Mine is writing short stories and poems and an ocational song. I do it all the time, and have been writing for about 30 years. I normaly use M/soft word to create my stuff, but ocatoinaly let one slip out here. thats why the speling is so poor. I'm acustomed to spell check corecting my work and dont even think about it untill someone comes back at me with some snide remark about being an idiot or something. So to Qualify that ( I CANT SPELL ). I must have mised some fundimental thing when I was a kid, I'ts been an embarrassment to me all my Adult Life. A little late to wory about it now, beside's I realy dont care. And to all you not so smart hecklers out there, Hre's F@#$!%#3, to you.
----Danny,

Dont Worry DD i am useless without spell check too....

I hate how fender forum doesn't have spell check!!!

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I want to be this bike so bad it is consuming my thought all day!!! I hate that!!!

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this says it all

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfnAOcBirAs

i hate my school.

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riley

I hate that the most important thing to some people is their cell phone.
I hate guys in big trucks who think they own the road.
I hate the price of gas.
I hate the price of food.
I hate the price of housing.
I hate the price of utilities.
I hate paying for useless cable tv that never works or when it works has nothing worthwhile to watch! (I cancelled it by the way...rabbit ears on my HDTV!!!)

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+1, to the cell phone thing. i just have a natural hatred fo the cyber world. except for this.

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riley

double DD, i'm a pretty good speller. my grammar is awful. i've never had a problem reading any of you posts. when one of my coworkers mispells a word and i catch it, i politely write it down and pass it to them on the down low. i'd never point it out in front of everybody.
having said that i probably mispelled a few words in there. oh well.

You said it pal this says it all quite nicely. But you know what I realy like my life.
----Danny,

lol i do?

You know what I hate? In 2004 I took a promotion thinking I was finally on my way to a better life with the possibility of actually retiring one day. What I didn't realize at the time was that I was leaving that relatively carefree bunch of people who, at 5:00p, could leave most/all of their job-related worries at the office.

So where did I end up? In that Twilight Zone of American Business known as (insert large hall reverb here) Middle Management. Responsible for everyone below, answerable to everyone above. Yes, middle management -- the land of ulcers, high-blood pressure, strokes, heart attacks -- where the language is laced with stress-inducing phrases such as "profit and loss responsibility" and "your head count is too high." Where you have plenty of responsibility but little real authority. Where you now make enough money to pay the bills you already have, but can't afford to make any new ones. Where you get more vacation time . . . but they won't let you use it! Where you're tied to the job day and night anywhere in the world by a laptop and the dreaded BlackBerry®.

Before the promo, I bought a tiny, inexpensive place near the beach. I used to take walks on the sand most nights or jump in the ocean for a swim. I'd spend my weekends there and have a beer at the beachside cafe. I was reasonably happy and healthy. Now I'm pale as a ghost, I've gained 40 lbs, I dread going to the doctor for fear of what he'll tell me next, and I haven't had a good night's sleep in years.

And you know what I really, really hate? That I don't have the courage to just chuck it all and settle for less. I hate myself for that.

Hmmm. This hasn't helped my mental state nearly as much as I thought it would.

HAHA...yeah I'm in management...you hit the nail on the head....if I don't stroke out or kick the bucket in some embarrassing way like dying in a pool of my own bile while everyone gawks in terror,...I'm going to retire in two years.