I dislike hiding under the bed.
I dislike inching my way up the ivy to Jennifer's bedroom window which she makes me do because she says it's rather romantic.
I dislike kneading those elderly ladies' buttocks at the Bodytone Clinic.
I dislke opening letters with no cheques inside.
I dislike sloppy, sentimental, slobbery kisses slurping back and forth and bringing all manner of shite down upon my poor little innocent shoulders.
I dislike taking the time to read some ridiculous posts.
I dislike unbalanced people
I dislike veering off at a tangent.
I dislike waiting for too long.
I dislike x-cessively cold days.
I dislike zippers getting stuck.
