Tuesday Hatred: Quaeret in trivio vocationem
I hate that I got embroiled in an extremely stupid dispute with a stranger on twitter.
I hate that, over the years, I have broken or lost all of my glasses of the vaguely tulipy shape used for grappa or eaux de vie. Probably no one will have the slightest bit of sympathy for me for that, but the glasses were really cheap. Oh Well. I also hate how incompetent I am at keeping my preserving pan clean, and the fact that the last time I used it when cleaning it I scoured the interior (just with one of those scotch brite pad things, nothing metal itself, but copper is very soft) which apparently one isn’t supposed to do. Oops.
Often I can’t tell whether I’m being mocked, and I hate that.
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