who i hate

celebrities. really.
politcal correctness.
paris hilton. she gave my computer herpes.
hungarian realtors.
internet daters.
catepillars.
postal workers.
pediatrists.
chumbawumba.
underachievers. please try harder.
people who grew up in the computer age, went to a decent school, and still can't type.
phish fans. and widespread panic fans.
hotel doormen. you're their to open doors. don't act like i'm inconveniencing you.
all burger king employees. (my apologies to staincastle and gimp, your great franchise has really gone downhill, especially in europe).
the lady who makes coffee at my office. nothing personal, her coffee is just crap.
chelsea f.c.
youtubers who add 11 second videos of them screaming over a band playing a song whilst they furiously shake the camera, and then go to the trouble to explain the the video and sound quality are poor "but i think it's a cool video anyway." it's not, jackass. and you know why the quality is bad? because you're a moron who not only made a miserable video, but wasted two seconds of my life as i had to sift through it to find something worthwhile. if i had a time machine my first order of business would be to prevent the people responsible for your birth from ever meeting.
back to hotel doormen. if i pay $13 for a coffee you damn well better kiss my rear as i exit.
myself. for paying $13 for a hotel coffee (in my defense, there was jameson in it).
someone i like: gimp. once when we got in an argument he bought me a bottle of jameson to make ammend. really appreciated, and not forgotten dude.
back to the hate.
rush limbaugh. not cause he's a right wing hack, but because he said something bad about micheal j. fox (also someone i don't hate).
alex ferguson.
anyone who writes for the opinion section of the laurel leader call.
bryan adams. he's playing in budapest in coming months, and when i first say a flyer for the show i didn't see the b in his name. i nearly peed my pants with excitement over the coming ryan adams show. then i find out it's this crapbag instead, and i'm mad.
gypsy kids. just cause i have a football doesn't mean that i want to play with you. i don't. go away.
the cleaning lady. i don't want to talk to you. please stop showing me pictures of your children. i honestly couldn't care less. i couldn't. i've tried simply for spite's sake, but it's physically not possible for me to have any less care. now go the hell away.
goth kids.
vendors at the chinese market, along with whatever asian makes the knock-off football jerseys there. no workmanship whatsoever. take some pride in the job that provides you with almost $2 a day.
the guy behind me. could you punch the keys any harder? they're not your ex-wife.

that's sufficient for now.
who do you hate?