January. I loathe you. You are so loathed. I loathest thou. To loathe or not to loathe? Hmm...I think I will loathe. Are any of these usages of the word "loathe" correct? Who cares? Not me, because as far as the month of January goes, it can basically go to heck where it will be loathed for all eternity.
I'm not sorry. I will not take any of it back.
I just came back from a downright awesome vacation where I spent 5 glorious days in the sun only to return to barren trees, polluted skies and black, crusty snow frozen to the streets.
Do I sound hateful and full of disgust? Of course I do. Because I am. I am wondering if it would have been better for me if I had not tasted the sweetness of the sun because it only heightened my awareness of the stinking cold.
Someday I will move to a warm and sunny place and you will not have to read about my loathing. But until then, I reserve the right to loathe this month with every fiber of my being.
Tomorrow I will have something happy to say. Today I loathe.
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