Friday, February 16, 2007

WAT?!?


I heard counting to 10 to control your anger (in my case, rage) kinda works. I'm keen to try it. Hmm...

Off the top of my head, I can't stand people who don't write properly. Wat is up wif writin' lyke dis?!? I mean, if you're texting someone, it's forgivable, but other than that, what is the point?? 'What' has only one extra letter than 'wat'. And 'lyke' has 4 just like 'like'. Mother of God, why do you have to replace the letter 'i'?!? It... Argh!

1... 2... 3... 4... Fuck it!

Do you think it makes you look cool? Hell, no! At the very least, it makes you look like you're trying to look cool. And that's sad. Especially if you're already in your 20s.

So sad that I would cry for you.

But I'm incapable of crying. So there.

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Saturday, December 23, 2006

ANGER


If I were God, these are the people you can kill and offer as sacrifice to me.

1. The people behind Grey's Anatomy. Wait, better yet, the dumbass who came up with McDreamy. S/he should be stabbed, dragged down the streets, burnt and set on 1 tonne of napalm. Blow her/him up good. Die!! Die!!

2. People who bag their groceries too slowly at Sainsbury's. Now if you're arthritic, I can symphatize but if you're slow because you're chatting up the cashier, you're a dumbass who deserves to die!! What are the chances you're going to have a real conversation with the person who scans your supply of dairy products, vegs, meat and condoms?? Go home and call your parents instead.

3. People who play loud music outside my window. Yea, you have a car and your car has stereo. I'm going to set your car on fire one of these days. With you trapped inside!!

I feel so much better now.

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