I hate how U make me go all the way to the prof's offices to get a comfy and clean place to shit.
I hate U for Ur lack of consistent interior decorating, got me all confused on what decade it is.
I hate U for having three Tim Horton's that won't take my Tim's card.
I despise Ur Subway.
I hate that U think having a hotel makes any sense and then U pick the ugliest looking building for it, don't give people that impression of my city, it ain't cool.
I hate that U won't let me buy smokes, my gambling and alcoholism U are cool with though.
I hate that U never have enough of the comfy chairs.
I hate that U took away all those computers in the old library. I guess not being a compulsive-facebook-checking-concentration-wrecking-solitaire-playing laptop user means I draw the short straw.
I hate that U allow so much tacky and meaningless adverstising and I hate that Ur SU campaigns for being the worst culprit, what are we voting for anyways???
But most of all I deeply hate that U make me so sad about leaving U. U with Ur crap food and piss poor theatres, beautiful women in overabundance that don't got no time to talk on their way to class and profs that are lovely and inspiring and smarter than I'll ever be.
Thank U for Ur knowledge, I'll miss U but don't forget I still fucking hate U.
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