December 16, 2002
I work with a guy who is such a dickhead that I have problems not getting up from my chair and wailing on him. I really try not to HATE anybody, but this guy absolutely deserves every ounce of wrath and poisonous hatred I can throw his way. What's amazing is that he has a beautiful wife who's a real sweetheart. I think he'd do the world a service by taking a bullet to the head (or hell, just disappearing off the face of the earth), but I'm not supposed to have such nasty thoughts about others. Whatever. Die, bastard.