Fuck. I know it's just some shit. But I am damn pissed and I can't type it on twitter because I can't.
So here I am typing a post on blogger because of some fucking shit.
And fuck the person who threw a fucking ball right from behind me and I now know who the fuck is it and he is just the fucking prick he is.
I am fucking pissed. So fucking pissed. And there's so many people around me that I can't even type this properly.
Yah I know it's good to be hardworking and all. But our smoke-addict supervisor didn't ask us to do this.
She told us to do something and there were some we didn't know how to do and then you dun wanna figure that one out and want to do something else?
And then, ok fine. Because we have nothing to do. Then don't just throw the fucking work to me and do something else yourself!
I didn't suggest to do that, ok?! Fuck. And you leave me there, doing some work that we didn't even need to do in the first place and sit there and draw.
Like fuck?! I am not doing it anymore, ok?! I didn't agree to this in the first place. If you wanna do it, do it yourself!
February 2005
