I love how mysterious yesterday was, and for no reason beyond the fact that I finished a really good book. Really it was the combination of finishing two really good books in a week that lead to the mysteriousness of yesterday, both books being by Neil Gaiman (surprise surprise) and both on the subject of gods (American Gods and Anansi Boys).
I love how I'm only getting excited about going to England and not scared out of my mind. So far anyway.
I hate Visas.
I hate when people ask me questions that make no sense and make me feel stupid when in fact, they are the ones that should probably learn to read.
I love my blog but hate how little I write in it these days.
I love rain but I hate cold rain. Like today.
I hate that they are making a Harry Potter theme park, but if given the chance, I'd probably go there.
I hate that I have nothing better to write about than a list of random things I love and hate.
I love that the trees are budding.
That is all.