Gosh, It just seems like there is SO much just waiting to be done and there arent enough hours in a day. Still, somehow time is found to waste in front of the TV while subjecting self to the most mindless and brain boggling collection of aesthetically inappropriate shows. A quick 'to-do' list reveals over 11 extremely important 'should-work-towards'. Argh. (Yes, just one yelp per post)
Overt annoyance with absolutely nothing to be ungrateful for.
What is this?... Loss of control?... F****** just stop screwing up my brain.
Could toss blackie in a pile of garage and never look back. Never.
Dont really want/need/ever want or ever need any phone call. Bye Bye Blackie.
You irritate the s*** outta moi. Argh. (okay, so ive exceeded stipulated amount of whines and frustrated groans...sue me)
Could chew up this entire ^%*#)(&@^@(^@(^# generation of ^%$# *()$# like Wrigley's Orbit.
(then spit it out after the artificial flavour mysteriously vanishes..taking with it good mood)
How about a truce?
Life, Do not annoy me and i shall not throw a heavy plant over an innocent soul... (me)
Actually, screw all this. When did this stop becoming a 'vent'?...
Bullshit and piggy poop. Whose the master of ones life???...Who (i demand angrily)
Yes, you bloody well got that right. Its ME mister. ME with a M and an E. ME.
In the words of a wonderful lyricist, "Fuck you".
(strange how i dont feel like censoring above) :)
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