May 15, 2007 16:37
Let me take this moment to express how FUCKING SICK I AM that the coolest (temperature-wise) room in the house, where my computer happens to be, is CONSTANTLY PLAGUED WITH CIGARETTE AND POT SMOKE!!!
Do it in your own fucking home and quit polluting the poor pregnant chick's air, you fucking bastards. I'm trying desperately to get over the cold I had and I'm tired of coughing and I'm tired of the overly-congested sinuses.
Message to the fuckwit downstairs neighbours (while I'm at it): Please Die. But leave us your cat, whom we can give a better name to than Schizo.
Message to landlord: please turn off the fucking heat. It's MAY. Also, please rent to people who are QUIET and NON-SMOKING. And understanding when it comes to newborns. And who know how to fucking RECYCLE. Jeezus, it's not rocket science.
Message to irritating co-worker: I'm 7 months pregnant with twins and I still ONLY waddle when I have to pee or when my body is a bit stiff from being in one position for too long. My so-called "real waddle" that you so politely commented on went away after I had gone pee. JUST LIKE THE SO-CALLED "FAKE WADDLE" of a few months ago, you knob.
Message to Father Time: would you PLEASE STOP speeding things up? I blink and another day has passed by without me getting ANYTHING ACCOMPLISHED! Very very annoying.
That is all... for now.
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