I live in a city that starts projects in late Fall, like repaving sidewalks or streets...then ceases these unfinished projects for the winter. Fucking brilliant. So there are three major streets within two blocks of my home that are torn up, and won't be fixed until March.
That's annoying enough and it's horrific aesthetically. But forget how bad it looks, it's awful to walk on and as someone who has sprained his left foot/ankle over 200 times since May 2, 1985-I fuckin' hate it. Ya see, my "creator" being the prankster he is, gave me the feet of an NBA center, but I stopped growing at 6'1". Don't get excited ladies(or you fags), I'm Irish, that offsets my size 16 feet.
That's it. I hate my city, my creator and my feet.