I want a tumbler!!

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Full one-paragraph ramblings: I'm posting from the office's fourth floor pantry. I'll get into the details of it if I find time to blog later on before we go into watching War of the Worlds. Anyhow, I want a tumbler. My own spill-proof cup. I do. I really do. Not just those metallic blue or red tumblers with handles. I can be very picky. I want one of those Starbucks tumblers without handles, with dainty designs and scribblings like "Brew it again, Sam." I am so jealous of them people with tumblers. I want to bring coffee in the training room even if they said it's prohibited. I don't care. Problem is payday's on next tuesday, and it's only for 10 days. I might have to budget it for better things, like comic books and sissy stuff like perfumes and more coffee. Them Starbs tumblers cost P200+, I believe. I can buy something better for the P200, like posters to stare at. Yes, they're important. No, of course not. I'm just kidding, but I really want that tumbler. My birthday's coming up and I wanted it for my birthday, but we might be given our own company mugs after a month. I'd have a mug by then. But I don't want a mug, I want a fucking social-climbing-I'm-such-a-fucking-conyo-who-only-knows-how-to-drink-cold-coffee-with-jelly-in-Starbs-and-puff-smoke-at-other-people's-faces tumbler. But come my birthday, I wouldn't even know what to buy for my self if I already have that. I have plans for my dad and my bro, which would probably cost me a whopping four-thousand for the latter, but I don't have plans for me. Why is that? I don't know. It's because maybe I'm now a part of the workforce and I'm turning fucking twenteen. Twenty. Who turns twenty these days? A thousand million other people, but not me. Not fucking me. You hear that, life? NOT FUCKING ME. I just graduated and now you're making me turn twenty?! What have I done to you to deserve such humiliation?!? I was not that bad to have that punishment! I'm now working and still you would make me turn twenty?? Howdareyouyoulittlefuckingbastard! Oh yeah, we were taught to liase words here. That means don't breathe when talking. Oh, and I have to go. I have to be back. Love you all.

(don't bother. hyper-glycemic post. no editing too.)