Just me doing what I do best.....
You know I just don't get it. Peolple eveyday, just doing what their told. There has to be more to life than this. I have no plans of being a pawn until the day I die. No shmuck in a three pice suite is gonna gain from my missery anymore. Missery loves company but you catch more flies with honey than vinager. What the F#@k does that mean anyway? I say swat the fly and pour the vinager on it's rotting corpse. Never liked flies anyway. Their always buzzing in your ear and have you ever tried to hold a decent conversation with a fly? The little bastards never listen. It's always let's talk about me.It's time to take a stand.
I say, as of today, it's a whole new ballgame. We make the rules and watch as those nose in air pricks bow down to our wishes. Nothing like a little rain to ruin the parade. We make their money and they throw us a bone everynow and then. I'm tired of bones, I want a steak.
What the HELL is up with all customer support people with their screwed up English? What do you have to wear a towel on your head to get the job or something. I mean come on if a country can only aford three computers for their entire country how in the hell are they supposed to fix mine? Straight pisses me off.
And to whoever keeps calling my cellphone (with the blocked number) ,If I answer the phone talk. Don't call like thirteen times a day to just hang up. And when that voice comes on and says leave a message at the tone, it might be a good time to talk then too. Unless you're some freak who just calls to hear the sound of my voice. Issues man you got issues. Probavly sitting there fondling yourself to my voice mail message. Yep, you guesed it, you're a freak.
You know who else on my long list today? Those wenches at the city building. GET LAID, and stop being such a b!t@h to everybody that steps in front of your special little counter. You work for the city, it's not that great a job. If you had any talent at all you'd at least be working for the state. You were either sleeping with someone or someone else's cousin. That's right we all know how you got your job. So pretend there is a heart that beats in that hollow chest of yours and give me my service with a smile. I don't want to be there any more than you do. It's not my fault you're in a dead end job and you just found out your husband is gay.
And to all my friends, thanks for listening and have a nice day.....
