I feel obligated to write about the things I love, so i will:

I love the way Drexel screws you out of financial aid.
I love the way some professors are allowed to teach when obviously they don't deserve it.
I love the way it's april and it's colder then it was in March.
I love the way girls wear pants that say SEXY on their ass, but when you go to look, they look at you like your perverted.
Same thing with girls who wear shirts that have words written right on their boobs.
Or girls who dress like sluts, but how dare you treat them like one!

Ok, seriously now:

I love girls who exude sex appeal in a sophisticated manner.
I love people who do nice things for you for no particular reason.
I love people who treat you like their best friend the first time they meet you.
I love the little things in life, because they are the foundations of the metaphorical sky scraper of life.
I love finding money in my pants pocket after forgetting all about it, because it's like getting money for free.
I love girls who hook arms with me, for no particular reason.
I love sitting back and watching life like it was some big movie production happening in real time.

I love alot of things, too many to name, but I hope you now realize that I'm not truly a bitter, hateful, spiteful, cynical, sarcastic dick.

Well, at least, not on the inside.