I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots,

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it that you're not around,

and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

昨天Heath Ledger被发现死在了自己家里。我很震惊，直到手机报这种反应比较慢的媒体都确认了他的死，才勉强相信。就像几年以前的某个愚人节，我们把张国荣的自杀当作又一个没创意的玩笑一样。