Misuse of the English language. (your for you're, track homes, etc.)

http://www.wsu.edu/~brians/errors/errors.html#f

Intricate myspace layouts wherein you can't see shit.

Note: "can't see shit" is to be read like "you don't know shit". That is the sort of emphasis I'm going for here.

A wonderful submission from one of our readers:

I really hate non-Brits who say "cheers" instead of "thanks". Of course, I don't even say thanks, because I am an asshole.

Mail (other than Netflix of course).

Price tag residue.

Homeless people who sneak up to you in stores roughly disguised as non-homeless people and ask you to buy them stuff.

I simultaneously hate those who read The Economist and those who do not.

Those damn chain emails threatening bad luck for failure to forward.

People who think they are funny but aren't. If you are one of them and you are reading this, you will have absolutely no idea that this applies to you.

People who say they won't eat at McDonalds. Just like those people who say they don't watch TV. Ok, well, there's two.

Clutter. Likewise clutter collectors.

People who don't drink. You people are as fucked up as the actors and actresses.

ALL actors and actresses. Something is wrong with you.

Note: This is an amendment to a previous post in which I inadvertently suggested that I only hated a specific quality in actors and actresses.

Crazy people on the loose.

Shaving.

Overaged, undertalented and most of all unattractive actors and actresses who think they are going to make it.

Self satisfied people who have no business having high self esteem.

People who think their families are "just the best!"

People who don't complain. Seriously, something is really wrong with you.

The women of this world who told men that we want to be fucked for longer than 30 minutes.

That the cable company thinks it is reasonable to schedule an appointment in a six hour window.

Gifts, especially obligatory gifts.

Fish markets, and other things smelling of fish.

All things relating to work (e.g. coming to work, being at work, engaging in work).

People who walk around flauting their bizarre hairless pets.

Pet hair. Specifically pet hair on any of my stuff.

Note: This is not to suggest I dislike pets, or prefer pets sans hair. The first is not true, the second is just odd. No, it's more than just odd. I have just thought of tomorrow's post.

Those subscription cards that fall out of magazines.

People I don't know.