I like having work.

I hate doing work.

I like to hear a piano being played, and I regret not having taken it upon myself to learn how to play.

I hate to see people wearing a Hammer and Sickle, it offends my eyes as much as a Swastika.

I like the weekend, I hate the week.

I like a night of sleep after going to the beach. I hate people that crowd the front of a bus when there is more than enough room in the back.

I like the neighbourhood at that surrounds my college, it feels like it has stood still in time as the rest of the city crumbled around it;



I hate the new Liverpool that is being built a mile or so further into the city;

i lov bbq's in the summertime with good friends and family.

i hate hate hate people who take personal offense to another's differing opinions on music, films, books, popculture, etc...

and people who take message boards too seriously, were only chatting about tunes here for fucks sake.

I like buying a new CD and getting excited about it.
I hate finding that the CD has little or no liner notes or information about the album.

Hate answering thse sort of things and writing 50 word blurbs for work.
Like being this predictable.

I like finding a good tuning for my guitar.
I hate it when I'm tuning my guitar, a guitar string will snap, and hit me in the face.

I really like it when time seems to fly by when at work.
Hate it when my lie-in flies by.

I like how The Unicorns album Who will cut our hair when we're gone? starts with the song I Don't Wanna Die which starts with Nick breathing in deeply, and the album ends with the song Ready to Die which, at the end Nick coughs and dies in. Then the next album Nick did with Islands starts with the song Swans (life after death) and he breathes in deeply again.

I hate that the unicorns broke up, they were so kool!

I like the texture of dorito sandwiches.

I hate the nuisance of a fly trapped in a window pane.

I love looking out my window and seeing the street outside my house just be a street.

But I hate how every fucking car is shiny and throws off the green of the trees, black of the street, etc.

i love finding that itch that felt like it was under your skin (its always the tag at the back of your pants)

i hate trying to peel something off of a table and getting a jab under your fingernail

I like black shirts

I hate how they eventually fade

i hate jeans that are new and dark blue

i love how they eventually fade

I love liner notes and the assorted ephemera you get with vinyl records

I hate that CD's, and now downloads, have destroyed the liner notes and inserts.