And here I am here to answer to another tag, discovered some time ago on more than one blog.
The tag is in the list (and perhaps justify) the 10 things I hate most.
It seemed like a fun thing to do and curious and useful for me to know a little more.
I decided to make a variant: I will answer this tag 2 times.
In the first part (which is why I specified in the title Part I) will list the 10 things "materials" that bothered me the most, while the second part will list the 10 aspects of character that just can not stand it, I definitely do from thrombus.
Happy reading!
1 - THE COLD: Odio odio odiooo! Avere sempre mani e piedi gelati, continuare a tremare, è una cosa che mi manda in bestia. Divento proprio cattiva. Piuttosto preferisco morire di caldo, sudare continuamente, entrare in una macchina nera dopo che è stata sotto il sole cocente tutto il giorno con 40°C all'ombra. Per questo abolirei l'inverno.
2 - LA NEBBIA: ovviamente, dopo il freddo, non potevo non mettere la nebbia. Porta solo umidità, quindi capelli intrattabili, freddo, quindi IO intrattabile, non si vede una beata minchia per strada, quindi bisogna guidare ai due all'ora tenendo gli occhi aperti tipo faccia spiritata ( O_O ) oppure stare rinchiusi in casa direttamente.
3 - toothache: the worst physical pain (less of course) that could happen to me. Rather, headache, stomach ache, sore throat, fever horse, but ... raffeddore toothache NO! Perhaps
also depends on the fact that I'm terrified of the dentist and then it is a kind of psychological influence on the pain itself. The fact is that the toothache really makes me cry. -.- '
4 - HEARING SCHEDULE: miaaaa mom! What a feeling odiosaaa! >. \u0026lt;By the way I also happened recently. I upsets their biorhythms. To hear all sounds so muffled, distant, makes me stupid. I seem to be on another planet, like. What is hateful!
5 - THE PITS asphalt: will be there I put the tire and rim twice already because of them, but those classic holes / pits that are formed on the tarmac after a rainy day, they send me into a rage. Go a whole pitted style Emmental cheese in the early morning, I ruined the whole day. u_u
6 - INSECTS: clarification, the flies make me afraid. In pol position bugs, grasshoppers and beetles like those black beasts, repulsive-looking. Sickening. Uncontrollable. The bugs that fall from the ceiling when you least expect it? Aaaah! Terror! They send me into panic utter. The grasshoppers jumping kind of surprise? Tremendous. Tachycardia to much for me. And that filth black, hairy, maybe, with that kind of armor that when they crushes "CROCK"?! Diabolical. When the beak still on the ground, it takes less than a nanosecond to squash with the shoe, using all the force that pulls me out of fear. I feel as possessed , when I have to kill. Buahuhauhauha (satanic laughter).
7 - food that can be slipped between his teeth For example, the bar, order a cocktail (non alcoholic of course) to the fruit, taste of the bartender. "Do you!" I tell him. "As long as both the fruit and not too sweet, if not, you leave it there eh. "I add, with my usual tone a little Acidelle.: D Everywhere: the spicchietto pineapple stuck on the rim of the glass. Good very good. I love the pineapple. maaa ... there he is! The thread-of-pineapple who, exactly, I slips between the teeth: DA sclera. Houston, we have a huge problem. I continue undeterred, with his tongue, to touch that cock-of-fillet pineapple stuck, immovable, until, when the language is now become a foreign body in the mouth, I can remove it. Aaah! sigh of relief! I won.
8 - my innate DOTE identifying HAIR ON DIRTY PEOPLE: 'that ass! "you say. Oh I know guys, for this extraordinary invidiatemi-super-power che la natura mi ha conferito. Ho la capacità di individuare distante un chilometro le teste ricoperte di capelli sporchi. E lì, parte il momento-insulto nei confronti dei "malcapitati". Ma dai cazzooo! Come si fa??? Anche solo per la curiosità di provare i milioni di shampoo in commercio, me li laverei tutti i giorni io i capelli! Figuriamoci se sono sporchi! Proprio mi fa schifo vedere i capelli messi così: unticci, ridotti a cordine, appiccicati alla testa. Cristo Santo! Se ce li hai grassi e il giorno dopo che li hai lavati, ce li hai già sporchi: sfiga tua, rilavateli. Mi rivolgo sia alle donne..sia agli uomini!!! Nessuno è escluso dalla mia analisi del capello. Purtroppo, ho notato che molti non hanno la mia disinguere luck and do not know your hair clean and dirty. Thus, in addition to those noted in the stomach ruin heads unwatchable, I have to also damage the liver, because only I know the pitch and for the usual bitch. That stuff. -.- '
9 - DIRT BENEATH THE NAILS: if the fog follows the cold, dirt under the fingernails following the greasy hair. When it happens to me (like when you peel the banana, black fingernail easy) immediately run to the bathroom! And there, lava lava lava abbbomba own. With maniacal precision. Must not remain a trace. A part that is super annoying to hear that I have something under the fingernails, but then: it is OBSCENE. Dai. I'm not here to dwell too much on this stuff because I feel bad already.
10 - THE POLISH THAT Deburrs A MINUTE BEFORE YOU LEAVE: eccolooo! The fault-party par excellence. Damn. I already have a failure to put in the enamel. I have zero patience in waiting to dry. I keep waving their hands at light speed like crazy-woman-who-can-think-of-flight. Definitely LOSER. At times, we often say, it happens that, one minute before going out, when I put the jacket, I look at my hand and "Holy *** to! I put the glaze has been ruined!" Teriiiibbileeee! It drives me mad.
Here. That's it.
I hope that between you there is someone who shares my hatred for at least half of these 10 things. A
days, to the delight of all, the second part.
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