To hell with that guy

I complain a lot, and who wants to read my complaints all the time? nobody. I know.
But seriously, some random guy just called me a fat **** as he was walking past me in the supermarket.
That isn't motivation, its fuel for more self abuse through overeating.
I hope he grows fatter and fatter and goes bald but just on top. And I hope his thing stops working.
I hope his car breaks down on the motorway, and I hope he gets fired at christmas.#
I hope he gets stuck in a lift.
I hope his football team loses.
I hope he gets hangnails on all his fingers.
I hope his takeaway arrives cold.