2. TV is loud and annoying.
3. I hate doing laundry very, very much.
4. People are rude and discourteous, even when it doesn't confer upon them any advantage.
5. I really need to get rid of things more often. I mean, for real. This Public Enemy baseball tee? The fucking thing is seriously fifteen years old. This Antietam shirt? Eleven years old. Antietam isn't even together anymore. And it's not like I haven't accumulated other t-shirts in the meantime. It's not like these are the only shirts I have. It's fucking ridiculous. I continue washing pillowcases that have a huge long tear along one side. It's a sickness.