hate blog!

Even though I should hope that you’re doing good… I hope you’re doing terrible! Even though you’re the most pathetically self-centered narcissistic freak I have ever met, I hope you’re happy in your own twisted, sadistic way.

Knowing you, you’ve probably drowned yourself in tons of work so that you don’t get time to think about me. And I know that it’s probably working. I wish it wasn’t so easy for you. I wish you were being tormented and tortured so bad that you had problems meeting those peepers on your stupid face that look back at you in the mirror.

I don’t know yet whether I hate you more than I detest you but what I do know is that the thought of you makes my blood boil. I am SO mad at you. I probably shouldn’t be mad at you coz hey, who are you anyway? How can I be mad at a person I don’t know? But think of it this way, I am mad at you like I get mad at people who give humanity a bad name. People like you should be packed up in a spaceship (like sardines) along with all the radioactive nuclear waste and launched at critical velocity so that you just keep orbiting the earth like a satellite. And “extra lowly” scumbags like you should not be given any extra oxygen allotment. I mean, come on, they’re better ways to use the oxygen that would be saved from a 150 or so pounds of breathing mass on Earth. Oh by the way, a technical question, you do respire right? Just thought I’d ask…coz I am not sure if you’re alive or a zombie.

You know what…you’re dead inside. You don’t have a heart. And you know what’s worse? You don’t have any sense of decency or etiquette. You’ll go down in the books of humanity as a perfect example of what people shouldn’t be and then you will be forgotten. I don’t know whether being forgotten is worse than being bitterly remembered…maybe you can lemme know. Ooh, you know what…I cant care less so you can keep that opinion to yourself. I know they don’t have room for garbage like you in heaven and you would give hell a bad name (coz you’re not evil…you’re just useless!) so I wont be surprised if you’re just gonna keep dragging your feet from one door to the next...having all of them slammed in your face!

Now that I have got some of the poison outta my system (which was set running through my veins thanks to you!) lemme make a valid point. Doesn’t the thought of calling me EVER occur to your brain cell? I know you have just one…and since it’s a GUY cell…it’s preoccupied with thoughts of getting laid and sports. But seriously, do you think one call is gonna hurt your constipated ego to a point beyond repair? 6 freakin years!! 6 bloody years. And you can’t call me once?

The fact that I wont answer your call is an entirely separate issue. But you’re a mannerless and conceited pig. Period! And oh yes, in case you’re wondering, “why cant she call me?”…the answer to that is this…"SHE started to get SO revolted to the thought of having your name on her cell phone that she deleted your number!".

I don’t take no crap from no one. And you are no one. So I wont take any crap from you. And I wont take the lack of crap from you either. What I just said wont make much sense to you…I cant say that’s your fault. You see, dogs can understand what humans want them to do…but entities like you wont ever comprehend anything.

And yes, of course, one last thing…you’re a pathetic kisser…let alone other stuff you’re short of!!