I HATE PETER IN THE ROCKIES

God I hate you, Peter!! I hate you because it’s the only emotion I can have that doesn’t involve blaming myself in any way for what happened. Am I the only accepting person left on the fucking planet? Why don’t we all just go around with checklists and hand them out to one another before a word is even spoken! That way we can find out about all those little things that don’t jive with exactly every fucking thing we want out of a person right off the bat. You don’t go to concerts? Who doesn’t fucking go to concerts for Christ’s sake? You’re breaking up with me because you don’t go to fucking concerts? You couldn’t have found a shred of entertainment from the Mountain Goats, if it meant me not having to go to the concert alone? Fuck you, Peter! I don’t even know why I am upset about this! Probably because you seem to have this all figured out and somehow I’m asking too much by asking you to go to a concert. Or pick me up from the airport? That’s what people in relationships do, Peter. Being in a relationship means always having someone around that will pick you up from the fucking airport. I wish you weren’t so cool and interesting and beautiful. Maybe if you weren’t I wouldn’t have felt so inadequate around you and I wouldn’t have acted like such an idiot. You enrage me Peter. You make me want to start smoking again. At least now if I have a smoke after 2 or 10 beers I won’t be paranoid that you might detect it in the taste of my mouth the next day.

Denver Disappointment

I HATE PETER AT THE DATACENTER

Goddammit Peter! Why the hell did you have to go and change the admin password to something so ridiculously long? It's bad enough that I have to go and deal with all these pissed off self-entitled asshats but now I have to fumble with a password that is so long I'm already exhausted after entering it. I'm going to snatch that curly hair right out of your fucking head and use it to start a fire in your cube! Go choke on a Doberman's smelly cock!

Dismayed @ Datacenter

I HATE PETER WHO WORKS

Here I am applying for jobs and not getting in response back from them, Trying and trying to get any job just to bring some money into the house, O and applying to crappy jobs that I don’t even what to do... You come in the house all happy and shit telling me how happy are you at your job and all this shit I could careless about, Annoying the shit out for me.. I hate it when you call me around noon talking about the same shit you talked about yesterday as if I forget about how great your job is.. Please stop being so self centered and see that your wife is here stressing because she is trying her best to go back to work but no one wants to hire her because she has kids and have been out of work for over 2+ yrs.. Stop being a self center piece of shit or else..and that’s not a threat that’s a promise.

I HATE PETER WHO DOESN'T APPRECIATE ME

Fuck you Peter. I'm so sick of you making fun of me and I'm fed up of you acting like I'm dispensible and making me feel like I don't matter at all. I don't know why I bother with you. I don't care what you think anymore because I know that whatever I say to you will fall on deaf ears.

Vexed in Vancouver

I HATE PETER IN AN IVY LEAGUE SCHOOL

Fuck you Peter. Fuck you and your constant self-assurance and your need to gloat. Don't tell me. Just don't. I don't care what grade you got, what work you finished, how amazing you are. Why should I? Just so I can feel worse about myself?

The sarcasm, the endless misinterpretation of everything I say, the way you laugh if I get pissed at you or if I glare. Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, I'm not joking? Because maybe, just maybe, it's not that funny? It's not all fun and games constantly pushing yourself to do as much as you possibly can, and it doesn't help when you shove your achievements in my face, and laugh when I get angry.

Irked at an Ivy League School