my gawd. what the fuck is wrong with the bloody world.

am bloody bloody pissed. ugh. tis been an awful afternoon. i swear. argghh. what is wrong with this all. dammit. never irritate a lady when she has her period

anyway. seriously? bloody irritated by pa sometimes. its like, he cant talk nicely to me? never kz. ugh. its as if he only has eyes for his dear grandsons now. i mean, hello? your youngest daughter still exists? she didn just vanish y'know. ugh. cant stand it. [dont ask me to sit. i'l smack your face, i swear] he just bloody treats me like a maid sometimes. ugh!

and! the fucking upgrading is pissing me off. bloody hell, i like my house perfectly the way it is. wassup with the upgrading man? i can do without the extra space. really. wtf. they just come about messing things up. now? they took over one of the lifts? so my lift is un'usable. i have to use the other lift. argh. irritating. all 60 households are using that one lift. wtf.

an the bloody workers are just fucking screaming at each other the whole time. not just shouting mind you, fucking screaming. bloody arses. not only do they stink, they are fucking deaf as well. woe is he who is born to them.

fucking assholes. now, i cant even get to the makeshift hawker center? its like, i have to climb this lame ass'd excuse of a slope. its just sparsely lined with funny stone'y thingys. wth. one day, i swear im gonna slip an fall on those, an just die. bastards.

an wassup with that car at the parking lot. its got one of those sun'shades thingys at the windscreen. an its just plastered with the big fat logo of ACS. an below that thingy? there's a smiley face. erks. like some nightmare i swear.

an fuck la. my skirt is not falling off. leave me alone bloody hell. ugh. you dont see me telling you change your shirt cuz its just so fucking UGLY, do you!? bloody hell. i like it. whats your problem!? PHFT

yes. bloody hell. listening to radio now, an i swear i cant fucking stand mark moronic richmon. i mean, he's just a fucking lousy dj la. really. i hate it. its like, the songs always overlap? it just irks me k. like so much noise an all!? wtf la. he has two heads an yet he still cant perform his tasks properly. he does it one more time, i swear im gonna write in to fucking screw him. an his jokes are like how fucking lame lor. i swear. fucking moron. bloody idiot.

an shit. yes. when you call to look for someone on the phone? you say "hello". not wait for the other person picking up to "hello hello" before you fucking decide to open your trap. just fucking say "hello, may i speak to [insert name] please". my god. didn your mother teach you anything!?!? stupid bitch.

what's the worse thing that could happen to me now? ol' faggy coming to bug me. i swear. if he does? oh gawds. evil thought are going thru my head so rapidly right now, i dont even know which to choose to inflict upon him.

an fuck la. the bloody popups are fucking pissing me off! i swear. i just totally feel like flinging this fucking piece of trash outta the window. dont underestimate me k. i can do it man. fuck shit. i do not want to "click yes" to have a porno wallpaper. i do not want to shoot the baby to win the prize. i would love to bloody fucking shoot it. you dont have to tempt me with what. a photo organizer

all cocktails are going for one for one at oo from 12 to 1. omg. stop tempting me