Hate Time!!!

That's right, folks, it's Hate Time!!! YAY!!! Or something. Anyways, what this is all about is that whenever I feel in need of venting I call Hate Time, and blow off some steam. Normally this involves me ranting at my room mate. Some of these rants have actually become mildly famous in certain circles, like the Fat Chick on a Bike Rant, or the Ugly People Must Die Rant. I'm just pro like that. Today's rant get's to be published, instead of just fondly recalled. It's also one 0f the first ones I will actually write, so we'll see. Oh, and I'm not really all that pissed, some people just need to be abused.

Quick thing first though: You know that song about eating worms? The one we all sang as kids?

Nobody likes me,
Everybody hates me,
Think I'll eat some worms.

Something like that anyways. I think that song is really how Mexicans get white people to eat the worm in the bottom of the tequila bottle. Since white poeple with no friends automatically become like ten times cooler after they eat the worm, this is actually good social skills for bars and parties. Too bad the Mexicans never actually learned these skills.

So my work internet is the slowest thing on the planet. I swear that the ancient Mayan technology of dial up is actually faster. If the Mayans had invented anything faster, they might not have gotten wiped out by Cortez because they would have been able to send an e-mail faster than the Conquistadors travelled. But no, they relied on their shitty dial up networks, and had to patch messages through Bulletin Board Systems using telephone cord. These ancient people have since been wiped out, so we don't have to deal with the rest of their shitty tech, like sun dials, and those huge clubs embedded with obsidian.

OK, women, I got a rule for you. After two kids, three at the absolute outside, STOP HAVING KIDS!!!! Seriously, women get ruder and bitchier the more kids they pop out of their vag. It's a sexual organ people, not a pez dispenser. I know it hurts, but for fuck's sake keep it to yourself. And it's not like having more kids is going to make up for your man having a small dick that he uses on every one of your friends. They hate you and your kids just as much as I do, that's why they fuck so many other people, they just want to get the fuck away from you. If you can't stop having kids then I suggest that you get that bleeding hole in your crotch sewn up. While you're at it, sew up the hole in your soul too. Kid's are no substitute for friends, loved ones, or a social life. Learn to deal with your fucked up life before you bring more people into it who will just suffer like you. Children do NOT equal acceptance, self esteem, worth, or love. Give it up.

Take a moment to consider that I am not racist before you read this next part. Trust me, I'm not. My room mate is, so I know. I'm going to keep calling these people blacks, just like I would call anyone with blond hair a blonde. Learn to deal with your own damn issues, I like mine.

Black people don't hate me. I don't hate them. But black Americans who try and have professional jobs seem to lose touch with reality somewhere. They become the most passive-aggressive, whiney, sniveling, weak-willed, pathetic people in the workplace. Notice I said black Americans. And only the ones who try to be professional. I don't know if it's them, or if it's just that they see white people that way. Either way, it's pathetic to have someone take me to one side, away from everyone else and tell me that whatever I just did upset them, and undermines them with the customer. Really? Undermines? Undermines WHAT? You're a front desk person at a damn hotel, you don't have authority to undermine. You don't have respect. You have NOTHING. Re-FUCKING-Lax people. I'm not treating you badly. I'm not ruining the customer's vision of you; they don't care. Most importantly: I DON'T FUCKING CARE!!! I'm an asshole. I accept it. My boss accepts it. The guests accept it. My friends accept it. Everyone but YOU FUCKING ACCEPTS IT!!! GROW THE FUCK UP!!!