I am full of hate and loathing
As long as you hate, there will be people to hate. — George Harrison
Ain’t that the truth, George. The more you hate, the more there is to hate, and soon you hate everybody.
You know it’s bad when you spend thirty minutes trying to compose an email that won’t get you fired and doesn’t end with “P.S. I HATE YOU.” Actually, just having to remind yourself that you can’t tell somebody you hate them should send up a flare: Red alert, red alert! The hatred, it is spilling over and it’s infectious!
Of course, here in the South, I could just bless their hearts, the darlings, and it would be exactly the same thing.
Last night we went to Sambuca in Buckhead, which, for all its glitzy decor and flashy Web site, is vastly over-rated. Also sick-making, as I think my overpriced, underflavored, and extremely tardy salmon from last night is currently wreaking havoc on my digestive system. So of course today I hate it with the fire of a thousand suns because today is a day for hating and loathing and other fun things.
We were out lateish (for a work-night), and then I had to come home and pack and watch the season premiere of Alias because I had to know what happened to after the car crash and if (spoiler-tagged to avoid the great Alias Season Finale Fiasco of May 2005) the rumors that Michael Vartan is leaving the show are true. Which they were. And… I kind of hated it. Sydney wouldn’t respond that way! Vaughn wouldn’t do those things! How did Vaughn not die immediately after being sprayed with sixty-five machine gun bullets?Why are they destroying a dynamic we’ve loved for four years? Is this Ben Affleck’s fault?
Things are looking up, though. It’s ice cream Friday, and tonight I get to see Leta! Hopefully by then the ice cream will have done its work and I can go back to at least pretending that I don’t hate everything.