I don't love...

Being sad. Davina McCall. The smell of fish. Fish counters. Dead fish with their eyeballs still in that bog me out, FYI I don't eat fish so give that dirty look to someone who does. Fishing. Fish in general (the type under the sea not the Fish family, I love those babes.) When the X Factor isn't on the tv. JP Chenet WITHOUT lemo, vom. Bananas. The number 7. Robert Pattinson. Twilight. Heidi and Spencer from The Hills. Frowning. Missing people. Sales. Working in retail. When you can't sleep. Hiccups that hurt. Rude people. Unstunning people. People who don't know what FML mean. Backstabbers. The Saturdays. Wasps. Bees. Birds tweeting at 6am, eff off. Having a rubbish night out. Not booshing. Not hoisting. Drifting apart from people. Feeling like you don't know your friends anymore. Nandos at Castlepoint. iPhones. Fearne Cotton. Strictly Come Dancing. Coke from a bottle. Feeling sick. People with no fashion sense. When I want something but its sold out, fmaflyc. University. Monday mornings. Not being the center of attention. When I write what I think to be a really stunning status and noone likes it. Thinking about things too much. Hiccups that hurt. Not knowing the words to songs. Boring people. Not having any motivation. Not understanding things. Being poor. Being out of the loop with celebrity gossip. Being one of the last to know something. Hello magazine. The Guardian. The Financial Times. Hardcore news. Valentines Day the film. Flowers. Stitchers. Telling a joke and noone else finding it funny. When things don't go to plan. When you like a song, play it to people who don't approve and then a couple of weeks later they love it. People who are offended by the C word. Fake Uggs. Knees. "Bournemouth girls." Not partying. Having three double wardrobes all full up but still having nothing to wear. Repeating outfits. Going out and seeing someone in the same outfit as you. Tagging on Facebook, its made life so expensive. Wanting to hear from someone but not. Sly little status digs, if its about me, tag me. Stuck up people. Liars. Falling for peoples lies. The snow we get in Bournemouth, pathetic mushy rubbish. Peas. Chocolate ice-cream. Having to pay for petrol. Cyclists. Chavs. People who don't have a sense of humour. Feeling uncomfortable around people. Blueberries. Blackpool, shudder. SATC 2, really disappointing. Feeling disappointed. Bull shitters. Being let-down. Awkward phone calls. Awkward moments. Feeling awkward. Being ill. When my battery dies. When people sack you off for bf/gfs, not hearing from them for however long the relationship lasts and then when it goes kaput they come running back. Wanting things you can't have. Fake people. Katie Price. Dee Koppang. Slimey old men. Old people who moan about the youth of today. Feeling miserable. Feeling lonely. Not doing anything. Head-fucks. Knowing I'm wrong. Admitting I'm wrong. Forgetting things. Losing things. Thinking someone is something they're not.  Looking like a mug. Hayfever. People who don't appreciate things. People with no manners, its not hard to say please or thank you.
And lastly, I defo do not love the fact this blog post looks longer than yesterdays one on stuff that I love. FML. Oh well I'd hate it even more if I was Lindsay Lohan!