The fruit ripens yet another year.

Wait...did I just call myself a fruit?

Coming up on 35 years on this earth. This weekend marks another birthday in the history of me.

In celebration of my growing bitterness, here's a list of things--in no particular order--that I hate:

Racists. And yes, that includes my fellow citizens who feel the need to dismiss an entire group of people by labeling them "illegals."

Homophobes. 9o% Of male homophobes (redundant?) hold that opinion for one reason: They're afraid of being treated the same way that they treat women. Don't like being objectified? Don't like it when they won't take "no" for an answer? Tired of unsolicited sexual advances?

People that want to tell me they love animals whilst shoving another cheeseburger or chicken sandwich into their faces. You don't love animals. You love cats or dogs or birds. So say that.

Morons that talk on their cell phones while driving. I ride a motorcycle. That means two things: 1. I'm cooler than you are; 2. I'm hypersensitive to the environment around me when I'm riding. And there you are...windows up, radio on, A/C blasting, chatting away on that stupid fucking cell phone. Hang up and drive. I could give two shits if you drive off a cliff. But I'd like to make it home in one piece. And no, you're NOT an exception. You can't drive and talk. So HANG UP THE PHONE!

Ungrateful people. When someone holds the door open for you, say,"thank you." When someone lets you into his or her lane, wave "thank you." When someone completes a transaction for you in an eatery or retail store, say "thank you." Sensing a pattern here? And by the way, when you don't say "thank you," your moron kid is going to grow up to be just as big of an asshole as you are.

I think that's about all for now. Don't want to use up all my bitterness in one fell swoop. I have a save a bit for unexpected run-ins with dickheads around my neighborhood, as well as the usual throngs of rollerbladers, bible thumpers, and rednecks.