Today I wished that someone might die.
I prayed this three times repetitively: "God, please let him die."
Not because I am sympathetic or pro-euthanasia - no, the person in question is not terminally ill on a life-support machine. He is just fecking condescending, anally-retentive (imagine accountant sorts but worse), short egotistic bastard who snakishly behaves otherwise. Best part is that he claims to be open and that the decision is up to _ (insert name of party being talked-down to). No wonder they call him That Piece of Shit.
If he dies soon of a heart attack, I shall claim credit for it.
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