I *** hate Sundays -.-
My room has 3 doors (I sealed up 2 of them when I moved in, one goes to hallway, one to my grandpa's room, one to the living room) these doors are old *** doors from like the baby boom era.. They are very thin and cheaply made.. My grandma's TV sits just on the other side of one of these doors..
So every single Sunday, since she's deaf and insists on sitting about 30 feet from her TV, I get to listen to Joel Osteen drown out everything I'm doing unless what I'm doing is so loud I might as well be throwing a house party..
I hate listening to people talk about God, it irritates the living ***out of me, hard to explain why, but it basically boils down the fact that these people don't know what they're talking about but they're up there acting like they do. They never say "I believe" or "I think it means" or anything like that, everything is just stated as if it were fact and that irritates the ***out of me.
I really hate Joel Osteen, I'm not sure why I have so much hate and contempt for him, but when I see his face I wanna punch it.. On TV, on a book, on the internet.. Wherever I see it, I wanna punch it.
/endrant