I HATE PETER MARRIED TO MY BEST FRIEND

I fucking hate you right now Peter. Let's start with that. Let's see
how far you can push people and be justified. Do you even exist
anymore, or has your ego swallowed you fucking whole? I called you
disgusting. You know what you said? "I am human and I make mistakes,
but you should think about what you say to people that you love
because you make them feel guilty." So apparently if you are human,
it's OK to go and fuck my best friend while you are married to my
other best friend, but it's not human to respond to that by getting
angry about it and calling that person disgusting in the heat of the
moment?

You didn't just fuck her. You LLLOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEE her.
You want to have her babies and move in with her. That's what you
said. But then you say to your wife that you aren't ready for a
divorce; you will work on things with her if only she will be more
like my friend. Guess what? I know you better than my friend does. She
just met you. and I know my friend better than you. I've known her my
whole life. You know what's going on? You are a big fucking baby and
after your wife stopped breast-feeding you and lovingly encouraged you
(yes, was rooting for you) to go to the summer abroad program and
advance your career instead of sulking around the house, you returned
the favor by sleeping with my best friend and falling in love with
her. Let me tell you something you don't know. You are my friend's
little counseling project. You've moved from one breast to the next
and she'll get bored of you. She always does.

Or maybe not. Maybe your life will go on to be wonderful with her.
Then what are you waiting for? Why are you punishing your wife making
her think that it's not over? Why can't you just let her be? do you
have to destroy her more? She already gets drunk every night to fall
asleep.

You're still coming out of your mother, you little fucking baby.
Things happen, shit happens. I'm old enough to know this. But you can
divorce people with dignity and honesty.

I'm done, I'm out of it. Whatever will be will be. But don't tell me
that anger isn't just as human as lust.

Sincerely,
Kinda feel bad about what I said but not really.

I HATE PETER IN MILWAUKEE

I have tried so very hard to be a good Christian, Peter, and see the good in you. But there is no good to be found. All you do is lie and manipulate and create the drama you claim so frequently to despise. I have been able to prove you were lying in every instance, with actual evidence, and yet you always choose to stick with the lies. That just makes you even more pathetic. If you're going to choose the life of a pathelogical liar, at least be good at it. Some examples? You made up an entire story that you were raped, and that you were going to court on some date to testify to keep him in jail. When I searched the cases for that date Peter, you were in court the day you claimed, but not to testify. No, you were in court because a credit card company was after you. You are the one behind all the pathetic prank calls, of that we are positive. You are the one that almost ruined his parent's credit by purchasing under their account. Of that we are positive. Your own "friends" have ratted you out. When I saw you in person, i confronted you and you said the guy next to you was the one you were dating, and that you were happy for us so could not be the person doing all those things. When the guy turned around, you sure were surprised when he turned out to be one of my friends. And he was single. In fact, this is what he had to say about you Peter and me and the situation:
"no we are not dating. Peter's asked me out before, but I think i could do better. my best friend used to date E, Peters best friend. that's how i know her. we've always been cool. but I've honestly only hungout with her a total of 5 times. and as to her personality, she's just like E, who is also a lying, dramatic person. so what your telling me about how she's been acting, I can truly see her doing that. as to what happened saturday night, she came up to me crying saying something about her ex and that she's being harrased. but I kind knew the truth because she pointed you out. and I may not know you well but, what i have noticed is that you have alot of integrity. your not going to stoop to that level. but she was crying and asking me to take her out of the bar. and since I cant say no to a girl crying, I took Peter outside. our mutual friend called me the next day and told me what Peter had told you in regards to our "relationship". that pissed me off. because honestly, come on, I used to date models for christ sake. so i was actually going to come on here and set the record strait. I would just laughed at Peter. she really just sounds pathetic. I don't know. your much more attractive, intellegent, and have a much stronger strength of character then she does. I just don't let Peter get to you. thats what these people thrive on."

See? Even other people can see what you really are Peter. A lying, dramatic person. You are so pathetic that after a year and a half of you not being with him, you still can't leave us alone. Really? I mean, seriously? Get a fucking life. I have never met a person like you. When people break up, its natural to be hurt and maybe to do a couple stupid things, but not to continue with psycho behavior for a year and a half. You are that psycho Peter. And you've gotten really fat. Therefore, you are a fat psycho. But don't worry Peter, I'm sure one day a nice chubby chaser will come along and you'll finally have someone.

You, Peter, are like a virus. You infect people's lives. I am confident that one day every person in your life will see you for what you truly are, Peter. I am confident that one day you will grow so tired of looking in the mirror and seeing nothing but a fraud that you will make yourself physically ill. You will get yours, Peter. Not by my hand, because I am better than that. I am better than you. I have more class right now than you will ever have in your entire life.
I was thinking about it, and at first I wished that you would die. After everything that you have put his family through, me through, and just overall how psychotic your behavior has been...but then i reconsidered. I don't want you to die. Instead, I only wish that you be involved in an accident so extreme, that it leaves you a living vegetable, with your brain perfectly intact so that you would still be fully aware of everything, yet not able to speak or move. You would have to spend the rest of your life, trapped in your body with only your thoughts. You'd have to spend the rest of your life thinking about how pathetic your life was, what a waste of life you were, all the people you lied to, manipulated, and disappointed. That, my dear Peter, is worse than death. And that is what I wish for you.

Oh, and Peter? You really have no business wearing short shorts or leggings. Nobody likes seeing cellulite, even on a 23yr old and the leggings just make your legs looks like fat wrapped sausages.

sincerely,
Integrity in B-Town

I HATE PETER AT A BIG, BULLSHIT CORPORATION

I feel like I’m a pretty fair guy, Peter. I’m willing to be patient with people on the other end of the phone that I’ve never met, not because I’m trying to grease the wheels but just because I’m a decent guy. I called because my CD-ROM drive doesn’t work. You gave me some automated bullshit, which I expected, so that’s no big deal. But when I finally spoke to someone his name was “Kevin” and not Prakesh or Raj or Samir or some perfectly acceptable Indian name you’ve made him change. I don’t blame him for the charade, and I try my best to understand his accent because I figure, hey, I don’t speak a word of his language and he’s pretty good at speaking mine, so he’s the smart one in this conversation. But you know, I’m talking to someone in India and the connection isn’t always good halfway around the world, so I lose the call. I call back and traverse the same bullshit, but now I’m talking to “Rock.” Okay, Rock, let’s do this. I try to explain how I extended the warranty and had the laptop fixed a month ago. But I can barely hear Rock because of the static, so I just have to hang up. Round three. I call and get to the last level before the boss, which is ten minutes of waiting, listening to elevator music. Then you come on the phone in your automated bullshit voice: “We are no longer going to help you at this time. Hang up.” FUCK OFF INTO OUTER SPACE! You FUCKBAG! What the fuck kind of customer service is this? I’m supposed to wait for 10 minutes, after an hour and a half of getting the runaround for you to INSTRUCT ME TO HANG UP?!! It wasn’t “we’re sorry, but we can’t help you at this time” which would have been one tiny scintilla better, but “We are no longer going to help you at this time.” I want to yank your nipples off and stuff them in your nostrils and fill your mouth with cement until you expire. But I can’t, because you’re not a real person, Peter, you’re a service offered by a very big, bullshit corporation that likes to sodomize people (metaphorically) through a very convoluted system involving intelligent, urban Indian twenty-somethings and an automated spiked vibrator service. Now I’m just going to take it somewhere else to someone who won’t be such a royal cocktease and who will just fix my damn CD-ROM drive.

-Ripped Off in Rochester

I HATE PETER THE JERK-OFF

You know what Peter? I'm tired of this. I'm fed up with you making plans to hang out with me and then choosing to either cancel, or not show up because it's raining, or you fell asleep. Fuck that. It's happened at least 4 times in the past week and you blame it on your video game. Now that you're in a relationship, I asked you why you didn't tell me and you say it's because I don't need to know everything about your life. I ask only because I'm curious and hope that just MAYBE you trust me enough to tell me about something that important. Whenever we see eachother you find some method of knocking me down, whether it be comparing me to another girl or telling me that you find me "repulsive" and even insulting what I take in school. I wonder if it's because you constantly need to find a way to verify that what you do in life is better than what I do. Now what is it that you do? You live with your parents, you have no job and yet here you are making fun of ME. You call me immature when it's you who kicks me and scratches me when I make some harmless jibe, and yet I'm supposed to suck it up and not be such a "pussy" when you take it out on me. Your logic is fucked up, way more than anyone I know and your ego is so blown out of proportion that I can't possibly think of a way to bring it down a notch. Sometimes you piss me off to such a great extent that I am actually unable to think of why I still talk to you.