Zach Hates You

I hate fat people. I hate the people that go to the club I work at. I hate fat people that go to my club that decide they can do whatever they want and my opinion means nothing because I’m white.

Tonight this giant heffer decided to pull the race card on me. “Don’t touch me white boy. I make more money then you. You stupid white boy shouldn’t be working at no black person’s club. You don’t know shit white boy.” I can’t remember it all, I am a dumb white boy.

Maybe me telling her how she was being racist hurt my feelings and was mean. What didn’t help was how I was waving at her as she was being forced out by a coworker, or when I blew her a kiss and said that she’ll be missed by all the nice people that can still come to the club.

I made that bitch so furious though. I said I was sorry to my boss for egging her on, but I’m not. Not even a little. I was laughing so hard by the time I walked away there were tears in my eyes. I’m sure that wasn’t helping matters either but it made my god damn night.

Note to self: dig out camera so I can start posting these morons here.

Hookers

Dear whores,

You’re not cute or even good looking. I wouldn’t fist you with a friend’s arm. Unfortunately I was downstairs while this was taking place not 30 feet away with no idea this was happening. I don’t care how much I hate my bike, it’s not yours to touch. If you asked me I wouldn’t have let you use it. On top of everything else, it’s not even a good looking bike. It’s beat to hell. Just like you will be if you touch my bike again.

Hope you get cancer of the twat,

Me

Guess what’s not funny?  Acting like you’re going to hit me with your cage while I’m riding my bike.  I don’t know who the fuck you think you are doing that and I’m sure I’ll never see you again, but for the fun of writing, here’s to you fuckstick.

I’ve been in a foul fucking mood all god damn day.  I’ve been wanting an SV ever since I’ve had that amazing 1000 slip through my grasp a few months ago.  I missed it by a day.  The same thing happened again today.  I really wanted a bike that I could afford and enjoy over the clunky ass 750 that I look forward to selling.  My roomy pissed me off at dinner over nothing.  No idea what it was that upset me, but I was livid so I went out for a jog trying to clear my mind and let it all go.  Shame I can’t do that.  My earbuds kept slipping out of my ears while I ran and anything that annoys me while I run is a big deal .  I almost ripped my phone out of my pocket to toss it in front of me so I could slam my foot down on those shitty fucking ear buds.  In the long run I know I would have fucked myself by doing that.  I got back to my house and took a shower.  Still not calm.  So I take off thinking that I can hang out with my friends and it’ll be a good night.  Not so much.  I got more and more irritated the longer I hung out.  I’m not blaming them since it seems like one of my “I hate the world” weeks is beginning.  So I leave in a huff and warm my bike up.  Sure, the way I take to get off Alaskan Way is not legal.  If the city took out that retarded cable car hut that hasn’t been used in years it probably would be.

And here’s where you come in you stupid motherfucker:

There is no way you were there without speeding up.  You didn’t honk or flash your lights.  Pulling up to where I was heading was a fuckstick move.  You are a fuckstick.

I carry a very sexy high capacity pistol.

I have really nasty metal knuckled gloves on.

I wouldn’t have thought about the gun on my hip until after I punched through your window to pull you out, beat you into unconsciousness, and thrown your keys into Puget Sound.  At that point I would have riddled your engine with a large amount of holes.

Maybe, just maybe if I knew there would be no consequences to my actions I would do this.  In the real world though, I would be locked in a little room for a long time with bad food with nothing else to do but work out and watch TV with a large amount of people that are more pissed off and violent then me.

That doesn’t sound fun.  There are no motorcycles in jail and I don’t like being stuck with people I can’t get away from.

Yes, you’re cute flashing your lights at me.  You’re tough.  What you did was soooooo funny.

You have no fucking idea who I am and you never will.

One of my biggest pet peeves is leaving a DVD player on to where it goes to the menu and it plays the same music loop over and over and over and over.  It use to happened to me with my drunkard room mates that would pass out watching a movie when I was in Korea.  Just a little bit away from me it’s happening again.

Today has not been a good day.  Boo fucking hoo.

I finally joined Facebook.  After many people asking me to make a page I did.  I did have some issues setting it up though.  Issues like USING MY REAL FUCKING NAME.  There’s only 2 places I have my real name: 1. my “official” email for work and 2. my bank.  I hate having my real name on the internets.  Sure, being stalked sounds like a great idea.  Maybe I’ll put my home address as well.  Hell, I had my AIM screen name on Myspace at one point. No good came of that.  Some fat chick kept sending me messages.  A FAT CHICK (by the way, I’m not to keen on fatties either.) !

Now, I’m not scared of stalkers.  Maybe because it’s the fact I have a penis and no one wants to stalk me unless they want my babies (it’s happened).  I just don’t want anyone snooping in on me.  Guess what assclowns?  Employers check those sites.  Shit, I know I looked when I looked for roomies on craigslist.  That was fun!  I wish I saved some of those emails.  There’s some serious fucked up people on the internets if you haven’t noticed.

Back to the point: Fuck you Facebook and wanting my real name.  And fuck your filters too.  Not allowing to have my name the same as my website.  What’s wrong with the word “hate” anyway?  Maybe hate gets a bad rap.  Maybe with this website I can make hating a positive thing.  Oh…no I don’t want to do that.  I just want to set things (people are things) on fire.

I don’t want to make a profile.  Let’s see what about me?  I donno, I’m fucking awesome.  My mommy said so one time.  Her words not mine.

So my name on Facebook is “Zach Highly Dislikes You”  Splendid!  That is totally the same as “hate.”  Thanks Facebook you god damn social networking whore.