Dear American Public

I hate each and every one of you.

From the brainwashed Obamaites who cant tell me one thing about what he plans to change and instead just tell me im stupid because i dont like the guy, to the over aged, over weight moms who still dress like their thirteen, to the LOLing, OMFGing BRBing, WTFing morons who kill the english language a little more everyday. All of you.

If i have to look at one more shirt with some witty saying like "you say im a bitch like its a bad thing" stretched across some thirty somethings silicone aided tits im going to yak. Also, it IS a bad thing.

The next person that answers their unsilenced phone in the theatre and has a conversation while im watching a movie...i swear to god i will rip that phone off your face and throw it as far as it will go.

Somewhere, somehow, someone made you belive that you were the center of the universe. They fucking lied.

I realize that you are probably too juiced up on your eighteen dollar caramel macciato triple expresso cup of faggotry to understand that im talking to you...but indeed, i am.

Do everyone a favor and stop dry humping your iPhone long enough to realize people exist outside of your fucking contact list, and you are pissing all of them off. And not for any reasons worthy of pissing another person off. I realize that you and millions of others believe that youre being such and individual walking down the street in your oversized shades, 200 dollar jeans and earbuds firmly inserted so you dont have to hear anything other than prefab pop stars. You buy what commercials tell you to, you listen to what radio tell you to, and you probably think reality shows are.....reality. Maybe one day you will realize that your head is so far up your own ass that the lump in your throat is your goddamn nose. Youre talking on the damn phone, taking up two lanes of traffic, alternating between 20 under the speed limit, and 20 over, but when you almost run me off the road to make your exit, you honk and give me the finger like IM the asshole.

Lucky for you im a lover, not a fighter. Also, im totally lying. Im a fighter. Fuck with me and see what happens.