"dear [random person i saw today], i HATE you."

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― mei (mei), Monday, 4 August 2003 12:59 (twenty-two years ago)

I have no hate in my heart this morning, sorry. Usually I'd be real into this thread.

― Ally (mlescaut), Monday, 4 August 2003 13:17 (twenty-two years ago)

Based on being stuck in traffic jams for a good portion of the weekend, here are people that I hate:
1. People who think they are fucking hot shit and drive out onto the shoulder and zoom up past everyone else stuck in the traffic jam, I hate you most of all.
2. People who, despite seeing signs that their lane is closed and that they are supposed to merge into the other lane, keep driving all the way up in their lane until the last possible second and THEN demand to be let into the open lane despite the fact that everyone is that lane has been trudging along for the last hour, I hate you slightly less than people in category #1.
3. People who are stuck in the slow lane because they followed the traffic regulations but still let people from categories #1 and #2 merge into their lane instead of letting them rot in hell (or the shoulder or the lane they aren't supposed to be in), I hate you slightly less than people in categories #1 and #2.
Thank you.

― NA (Nick A.), Monday, 4 August 2003 13:18 (twenty-two years ago)

Badass PUNK poser who looked all grim till his friends turned up and you went all lovely and discussed yr respective courses and lunch at the cashmachine, I think yr a bit silly. I do the same thing, though, but at least I'm not a PUNK

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Monday, 4 August 2003 13:20 (twenty-two years ago)

Dear lady I saw hit her daughter in the back of the head yesterday at the grocery store, I hate you.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 4 August 2003 13:22 (twenty-two years ago)

that's not very fair.

― RJG (RJG), Monday, 4 August 2003 13:24 (twenty-two years ago)

I haven't instantly hated anybody today - which is most unlike me. I must be more receptive to the unpleasantness of others.

― j0e (j0e), Monday, 4 August 2003 13:26 (twenty-two years ago)

Portugese fishermen. Sniff behind their knees, man, there ain't nothing but sour predictions.

― Dorset Dan, Monday, 4 August 2003 13:31 (twenty-two years ago)

Dear President of the United States of America, you and your homies are fucking up the world, I hate you.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 4 August 2003 13:36 (twenty-two years ago)

lighten up, nickaletc.

― RJG (RJG), Monday, 4 August 2003 13:37 (twenty-two years ago)

I don't hate anyone this morning. There might be a couple of people I would enjoy kicking in the shins, but that's not quite the same thing.

― Larcole (Nicole), Monday, 4 August 2003 13:40 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm just being honest! :D

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 4 August 2003 13:41 (twenty-two years ago)

Dear 8 hour day work schedule, I am displeased with you. I would rather sleep in.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Monday, 4 August 2003 13:47 (twenty-two years ago)

Dear owner of mini-van parked on the pavement in Wilsden with a ladder on the roof. I hate you motherfucker because I walked into your ladder and it made my nose bleed.

― Anna (Anna), Monday, 4 August 2003 14:00 (twenty-two years ago)

(And my nose is still a bit sore. Wanker)

― Anna (Anna), Monday, 4 August 2003 14:01 (twenty-two years ago)

Why were you walking on their minivan?

― NA (Nick A.), Monday, 4 August 2003 14:03 (twenty-two years ago)

It was sticking out over the end.

― Anna (Anna), Monday, 4 August 2003 14:06 (twenty-two years ago)

I understand now. For some reason, I was picturing the ladder being set up on top of the minivan, like so you would have to climb up on the minivan and then climb up the ladder. Apparently my mind is illogical today.

― NA (Nick A.), Monday, 4 August 2003 14:08 (twenty-two years ago)

Can you please clean your blood off my ladder you silly old moo?

― Minivan Owner, Monday, 4 August 2003 14:15 (twenty-two years ago)

Dear humourless, overly security conscious dude who sometimes works the reception in my building and the other humourless, personality-free dude who does the same, I don't have much love for you. Oh, and same too the throngs of annoying, slow walking, monolithic, self absorbed tourist/shopper mixture on Oxford Street all day, everyday with the possible exception of the random eye candy.

― Barima (Barima), Monday, 4 August 2003 14:15 (twenty-two years ago)

I have no hate in my heart this morning, sorry. Usually I'd be real into this thread.

It's OK -- we'll wait...

― Jmod, Monday, 4 August 2003 14:29 (twenty-two years ago)

Dear all car drivers I encountered on the way to work, I hate you.

Dear data projector, I hate you even though you are an inanimate object.

― Archel (Archel), Monday, 4 August 2003 14:47 (twenty-two years ago)

dear random ilxer,

i hate you. rot in hell.

doom-e xx

― doom-e, Monday, 4 August 2003 14:49 (twenty-two years ago)

Dear Jersey drivers,

Rot in hell!

xox
rosemary

― rosemary (rosemary), Monday, 4 August 2003 15:00 (twenty-two years ago)

If you were commuting on my street and honking your horn early in the morning, you didn't get to your miserable job any faster. And I now hate you.

― JuliaA (j_bdules), Monday, 4 August 2003 15:51 (twenty-two years ago)

dear random ilxer,
i hate you. rot in hell.

doom-e xx

who is this? its not me is it? i get very paranoid about such things. most unspoken hatreds ive known in my life have been hatreds of me

― Bob Shaw (Bob Shaw), Monday, 4 August 2003 15:54 (twenty-two years ago)

Dear everyone on the gratuitious picture thread:

FUCK YOU I DO NOT LOOK LIKE NIKKA COSTA.

XOXO
Ally

― Ally (mlescaut), Monday, 4 August 2003 16:04 (twenty-two years ago)

Yeah, she has red hair.

*ducks*

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 4 August 2003 16:05 (twenty-two years ago)

dear nickalicious,

cappachow.

xoxo
Ally

(I finally saw that this weekend after so much imploring)

― Ally (mlescaut), Monday, 4 August 2003 16:07 (twenty-two years ago)

dear ilx,

i should be writing and you are giving me nothing this morning. fuck off and die.

kisses,
strongo

― strongo hulkington (dubplatestyle), Monday, 4 August 2003 16:08 (twenty-two years ago)

See? I told you all we had to do is wait...

― Jmod, Monday, 4 August 2003 16:09 (twenty-two years ago)

sa da tay, Ally!

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 4 August 2003 16:37 (twenty-two years ago)

dear carrot top,
i want to cockpunch you whenever i see yr commercials.
~praying mantis

― praying mantis (praying mantis), Monday, 4 August 2003 18:20 (twenty-two years ago)

dear carrot top,
i want to cockpunch you whenever i see yr commercials.

I didn't think I was hating anyone today, but I totally second this.

― luna (luna.c), Monday, 4 August 2003 18:22 (twenty-two years ago)

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"Why ya' hatin?"

― The Modern Dorf (Ned), Monday, 4 August 2003 18:25 (twenty-two years ago)

I remember a time when Carrot Top was funny. :(

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 4 August 2003 18:25 (twenty-two years ago)

Dear inconsiderate rider on the downtown #9 train with the boombox. Okay, granted, the car we were on together this afternoon (as I was whisking myself downtown to fetch the UK edition of the new Killing Joke album from Rebel Rebel on Bleeker Street) was almost empty, save for another two or three individuals, but the sticker above the door still has a red bar through the image of a radio. Thus, was it really necessary for you to be blasting fuckin' Aliyah for us all to hear? Have you ever considered the purchase of a walkman? I sympathize with your fandom of the fallen soulstress -- I myself am quite attached to a few specific artists -- but you don't hear ME expressing my adoration for Killing Joke via blasting it from a ghetto blaster on a subway, do you? Get some headphones. Show some consideration.

― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Monday, 4 August 2003 18:28 (twenty-two years ago)

I remember a time when Carrot Top was funny. :(

That was right around the time when unicorns settled Atlantis and elected the Easter Bunny their queen, iirc.

I thought all my hate was directed at inanimate objects today, but just seeing a photo of Carrot Top made me wail at God.

― Tep (ktepi), Monday, 4 August 2003 18:29 (twenty-two years ago)

but you don't hear ME expressing my adoration for Killing Joke via blasting it from a ghetto blaster on a subway, do you?

you should so do this. and breakdance to it too. and grow a block-style haircut

― Bob Shaw (Bob Shaw), Monday, 4 August 2003 18:30 (twenty-two years ago)

That pretty much describes the video for their new single, "Loose Cannon." I wish I was joking.

― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Monday, 4 August 2003 18:34 (twenty-two years ago)

hehe, can i see this anywhere online?

― Bob Shaw (Bob Shaw), Monday, 4 August 2003 18:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Alex, the 9 is always like that. You're lucky there weren't 57 people doing that.

― Ally (mlescaut), Monday, 4 August 2003 18:38 (twenty-two years ago)

Get some headphones. Show some consideration.

People 1) who play their music so loud it leaks out of their earphones or 2) hum or sing along with the music: In the name of courtesy, SHUT UP. In these situations it doesn't take me long to become so annoyed that I am tempted to hurl you underneath the nearest moving vehicle. Public spaces are already full of noise pollution and other sensory stimulation, and you forcing your musical selections on me rapidly depletes my already scant tolerance for others.

― j.lu (j.lu), Monday, 4 August 2003 18:41 (twenty-two years ago)

Dear HR staff and personnel recruiters: You consume my time and raise my hopes, and if I ever hear from you again, it's to be told that the job went to someone else. I can only hope that in the near future you find yourself without employment and wondering how you will make your next mortgage payment.

― j.lu (j.lu), Monday, 4 August 2003 18:45 (twenty-two years ago)

Bob -- goto the MEDIA section of www.killingjoke.com, where you can download it. Be prepared to laugh and/or cringe, depending on your disposition towards all things Joke.

― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Monday, 4 August 2003 18:48 (twenty-two years ago)

Dear unseen male(s) who flicked your lit cigarette butt out the window and yelled "fag" as you drove by, call me?

― chester (synkro), Monday, 4 August 2003 20:09 (twenty-two years ago)

dear dude, yo, like, i want more beer

― gareth (gareth), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 00:01 (twenty-two years ago)

in fact, in no uncertain terms, i think it is quite possible to both intimate and suggest, nay, even demand, that, like, you know, could i, like, get a 40?

― gareth (gareth), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 00:02 (twenty-two years ago)

dear people in my seminar group. i have never met such a bunch of nitwit babies in all my life. i am not splitting my grade with you lot, seeing as i am doing all the fucking work. if you even bother to come to our meetings you sit around playing with your stupid cell phones. you haven't even done your journals. playing pretty mozart piano sonatas will not save your dumm asses. GOD I HATE MUSIC STUDENTS.

― The Lady Ms Lurex (lucylurex), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 00:14 (twenty-two years ago)

dear everyone on public transport, please fuck off already. except for the occasional cutie like that girl yesterday

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 00:39 (twenty-two years ago)

Hi! You have huge hair, and you were really rude about your bread this morning! No, we did not have the special variety you wanted, but if you had taken the time to have a peek at the daily specials menu (which I know you have because you come in all the time and I've given you a copy of the menu at least once a week for the past four months) you would have known that we only bake Asiago Pesto Thursdays through Sundays. What's that? We should make our schedule clearer? What? Have you ever LOOKED at the menu? See, there's a column for each day, and the breads we bake each day are listed under the columns! What? You think we should make Asiago Pesto on Mondays as well? Hey! I'll be sure to pass that on to my boss. He really likes to hear what I have to say.
Okay, you know what? It's just bread, you bitch. What, are you gonna cry now?
Dear snooty middle-aged blonde, manicured dumbass who's never worked a day in her life, I HATE you.

― kirsten (kirsten), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 00:45 (twenty-two years ago)

three months pass...

Dear people I work with:

U r all gay.

kisses,
Ally-zay.

― Allyzay, Tuesday, 18 November 2003 17:53 (twenty-one years ago)

At lunch,I went to the grocery store to buy ONE thing.

I rush around UKR0P8 as this is my lunch break,
looking for a short checkout line, but they are all
superlong. Why can't housewives and old people go
grocery shopping sometime other than my lunch break!?

Anyway, I find a short line - only one lady and her
stuff is up on the counter. So I hop behind her. It
turns out she's not done putting her stuff up to be
checked out. She ends up buying $250 worth of
groceries. But no, wait, I have some coupons, honey.
So she pulls out I SWEAR TO GOD over 30 coupons and
hands them to the checkout lady who slowly scans each
one and, of course, has to get a couple of them
checked out as she hasn't seen them before. Meanwhile,
this old lady stares at the screen watching her price
drop, like 5 cents a coupon. And then when they're
all done, the checkout lady has to help bag the stuff
up because the other ukrops person and old man (lady's
hubbie) can't manage by themselves. Grrr.

I felt like pulling a Julia Louis-Drewfus move and
being like, "I ONLY have ONE THING! ONE THING!"

― Sarah McLusky (coco), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 20:16 (twenty-one years ago)

Pauvre Sarah. You've just described a day with the laid-back and super-seniors down here.

― Nichole Graham (Nichole Graham), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 20:18 (twenty-one years ago)

(i woke up early and made the mistake of trying to watch RI:SE)

dear iain lee,
you are not funny.
oh and your freakish hands make me want to vomit.

― zappi (joni), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 20:24 (twenty-one years ago)

dear humpback kroger lady who flipped me off for no reason-I HATE YOU!!!!

dear Chop-me-into-bits, i am tired of your threatening stare!!I HATE YOU!

dear creepy maintenance man who showed up at our apartment at 11:00pm totally wasted to kick out the squatter in the downstairs apartment and freak us out! we don't want your phone number or adress! WE HATE YOU!

dear ann coulter- you are a giant ass and i hate you with all of my being!!

― Emilymv (Emilymv), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 20:35 (twenty-one years ago)

I hate that Kroger lady too! She is a trash-person from Fraggle Rock come alive!

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 20:39 (twenty-one years ago)

dear people who have no sense of personal space in public and don't bother to take a step forward when I'm walking down the narrow aisle in the grocery store and you're standing right there in the middle and I have to pull a vertical limbo style to get past you, I hate you.

― s1utsky (slutsky), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 20:50 (twenty-one years ago)

They just want the heavenly sensation of your cock brushing against the back of their leg.

― NA (Nick A.), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 20:53 (twenty-one years ago)

S1utsky is Moby???? OMG!!!!!!

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 20:54 (twenty-one years ago)

I am??? OMG!!!!!

― s1utsky (slutsky), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 20:59 (twenty-one years ago)

Dear fucking-huge-SUV driver that gave me the evil eye for being in her way to pull out when I was waiting for the space from 7 car spaces away - I HATE YOU!!!

― Sarah McLusky (coco), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 21:04 (twenty-one years ago)

Ramming her out of spite would be way wrong, Sarah....though mucho satisfying.

― Nichole Graham (Nichole Graham), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 21:21 (twenty-one years ago)

mmm random person i saw today i hate you

― Underworld (Dan Perry), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 21:21 (twenty-one years ago)

Dear person who I gave the right of way to because they are on my right at the intersection, I hate you. Also, don't give the right of way back to me. Just go already. No, fucker, don't wave! YOU GO! YOU! I AM BEING NICE! GO DAMMIT

― Dean Gulberry (deangulberry), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 21:24 (twenty-one years ago)

Dear human race, I hate you. The robots will dispose of you soon.

― sucka (sucka), Tuesday, 18 November 2003 21:30 (twenty-one years ago)

Dear evil SUV driver who gave Sarah the evil eye, I hate you because you help disrespect our kind. Do you have any idea how to maneuver your vehicle? You need not take up so much damn space just to back up. If you were actually capable of driving that SUV you must obviously be merely using as a status symbol, you wouldn't need more than just a tiny bit more space than an average, plain, vanilla car. Don't give me any of that lip, either -- I've driven SUVs for six years and ridden in them for fifteen, so I think I'd know what I was talking about. Oh yes, and Sarah is a sweet person and does not deserve that evil eye. Take it back or bloody else, understood?

Thanks!

Dee the Chevy Blazer Owner

― Pancakes For Breakfast! (Dee the Lurker), Wednesday, 19 November 2003 03:27 (twenty-one years ago)

Dear X

E** ** ******* ****, *** *** b****!

@*@**

― @d@ml (nordicskilla), Wednesday, 19 November 2003 03:34 (twenty-one years ago)

dear non-random person whom i never see, i hate your guts; in a "i have no mouth and im must scream" kind of way.

― Orbit (Orbit), Wednesday, 19 November 2003 03:54 (twenty-one years ago)

dear whole bag of black bean and cheese flavored tortilla chips, my ever growing ass hates you.

― fiddo centington (dubplatestyle), Wednesday, 19 November 2003 06:33 (twenty-one years ago)

dear bitch on the phone who asked me if she "could speak to someone in authority" like she was cooing at a baby: FUCK YOU.

― still here, Wednesday, 19 November 2003 09:48 (twenty-one years ago)

oh sorry no you're dead right, receptionists aren't really people.

― still here, Wednesday, 19 November 2003 09:49 (twenty-one years ago)

Dear dirty medieval warrior boy in my dreams last night. YOU FUCKED UP MY LIFE, I HATE YOU!!! And then I woke up.

― Citizen Kate (kate), Wednesday, 19 November 2003 09:50 (twenty-one years ago)

Dear Ch3ls3a Sc00ters, I fucking hate your attitude and your storage charges, you cunts.

― Markelby (Mark C), Wednesday, 19 November 2003 13:25 (twenty-one years ago)

five months pass...

Dear group of students i just witnessed heckling a homeless dude from a slowly passing taxi and throwing a loaf of bread, which they had bought specially (no proof for this but why else have a loaf of bread in a taxi at 11pm), at him;

i hate you

― Slump Man (Slump Man), Saturday, 24 April 2004 23:12 (twenty-one years ago)

Dear Alan Alda-looking Motherfucker, It took a long time to ring you up because you neglected to get the SKU number for the rope you purchased and I had to send somebody to get it. You getting snotty with me and throwing a large piece of rope at me is the reason I described you as an asshole to my manager in front of you and also the reason I want to rip your fucking face off.

― C0L1N B3CK3TT (Colin Beckett), Sunday, 25 April 2004 00:18 (twenty-one years ago)

Colin, do you work at an S&M supply shop?

Dear asshole in the hoopty champagne Olds,

Sticking half your front end out into my line while waiting to turn deserves a blast to the face. You should be happy I can't be bothered to pack any heat.

― Ask For Samantha (thatgirl), Sunday, 25 April 2004 00:39 (twenty-one years ago)

Haha, nah, boat store. Which is far less exciting.

― C0L1N B3CK3TT (Colin Beckett), Sunday, 25 April 2004 00:40 (twenty-one years ago)

I dunno man. . .topsdiers.

― Ask For Samantha (thatgirl), Sunday, 25 April 2004 00:41 (twenty-one years ago)

I don't even know what those are! I'm the worst employee in the world.

― C0L1N B3CK3TT (Colin Beckett), Sunday, 25 April 2004 00:42 (twenty-one years ago)

http://www.nhcrs.org/new%20NHCRS2a%20low.jpg
Dear North Hollywood Church of Religious Science:

For tearing down one of the few remaining ranch houses in the San Fernando valley and replacing it with a parking lot, for installing in said parking lot the strongest possible sodium lamps whose blinding beams endanger motorists and therefore pedestrians throughout the neighborhood, for calling your spiritual direction workgroups, "God Pods," etc: May you be visited by a plague of logical positivists, taggers, poor television reception, and general financial ruin.

― Ryan McKay (Ryan McKay), Sunday, 25 April 2004 03:07 (twenty-one years ago)

Skinhead wanker, old enough to know better who started on my friend for drumming a bit on a signpost outside a club and then told me to shut up or i'm dead, even though i hadn't said anything (yet) - I HATE YOU!

― dog latin (dog latin), Sunday, 25 April 2004 03:29 (twenty-one years ago)

three months pass...

Dear assorted group of jerks and mailboxheads: I hate you, you, and especially you. Yeah, you. Fuck you.

― Leon Czolgosz (Nicole), Tuesday, 24 August 2004 13:56 (twenty-one years ago)

Attention Beltway drivers: I NEED to get across three lanes of traffic, within the space of one mile, in order to reach my exit. You are not so late that you can't drop back just a little, in order to let me into your lane. And if you can't understand what a turn signal means in this context, you are too moronic to be allowed behind the wheel of a car.

― j.lu (j.lu), Tuesday, 24 August 2004 16:35 (twenty-one years ago)

three years pass...

Dear dancing CGI woman in pantsuit,

I fucking hate you.

― nickalicious, Friday, 7 December 2007 22:23 (seventeen years ago)

Dear dancing CGI woman in pantsuit on myspace ads.

― nickalicious, Friday, 7 December 2007 22:23 (seventeen years ago)

dear every single person I've sat near in class who is carrying on an audible conversation.

― mehlt, Friday, 7 December 2007 23:57 (seventeen years ago)

dear three cackling indie girls sitting opposite me on the tube, loudly and ostentatiously discussing friendship dynamics and wearing risibly ill-matching clothes, i hope you are kidnapped and forced to listen to 'Merzbox' in its entirety, end-to-end, without access to hair products or mobile phones.

― Just got offed, Saturday, 8 December 2007 00:00 (seventeen years ago)

dear bitch who was in such a fucking hurry on the train platform you knocked into me, ripping the headphones out of my ears, and did not bother to look up, say sorry, or acknowledge that you are a rude, self-important cunt,

you are not special or important. get over yourself.

love,

― tehresa, Saturday, 8 December 2007 03:38 (seventeen years ago)

Dear Malcolm Jamal Warner,

I hate that you have turned your back on the values of Theo Huxtable

― Bo Jackson Overdrive, Saturday, 8 December 2007 03:38 (seventeen years ago)

motherfucker. said headphones now appear to be broken. bitch.

― tehresa, Saturday, 8 December 2007 05:20 (seventeen years ago)

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