I hate the following people: you.

Yes, you. Whoever you are, I hate you. People breathe my air, they walk in my streets, and they behave like they have a right to exist. Only I have that right!

I hate the following things: you.

Yes, you. Whatever you are, I hate you. Things like you take up space in my plane. Only I have that right!

I’m going to spend my time writing about people and things I hate and why I hate them. But make no mistake: I. Do. Hate. Everything. I have a chip on my shoulder the size of Mars and I intend on sharing it.

Enjoy. But I do hope you don’t. Arse.