plans for today ·
17 June 04

This is the second draft; MICROGAY products are so pathetic that they cannot understand that I wish the link to be open in another window, not in the SAME WINDOW WHERE I HAVE TEXT YET TO POST.

GAY GATES SOFTWARE LIKES TO TOUCH DOGGY POO (this is a personal opinion and based on my personal experience – freedom of speech anyone?).

SO a little frustrated, as I hate to revise my text, first drafts are often the most genuine. Things become more polished over the course of revising your work, but it loses a lot – I prefer things to be real than unreal. Fantasy only has a place in my mind when I need a break.

The cripple apologies, she looks into the invoices in her hand – sighing for help, for life

The cripple was again insulted by me. AND WILL CONTINUE TO BE INSULTED – SWEET GOD!! I never realised I could hate everything about a person so much. It’s creepy. Her voice, the way she looks, it just reminds me of – evil. Pathetic, scrawny, retard – munching away like an animal at her food with one hand. Too busy munching her crap, bitching and whining about having too much work. She does invoicing and travel. She types the shit into a computer. It’s dull yes, but over burdening? Ha! A 15 year old could do a better job. She’s weak, incompetent at times and now she’s being told off by her line manager – who is complaining on the cripples behalf.

This is hilarious, it’s all going wrong. She’s in the shit house now! One handed retarded, sighing because she know she’s fucked up – she doesn’t know what she’s saying, and she has no idea where she is. Go bitch, go jump out of the window – we’re on the fifth fucking floor – argh! Don’t look this way; I don’t your evil on me. I am sure the fifth floor would accommodate her death wonderfully.

When things go wrong, she cracks a pathetic anecdote that doesn’t quite work. No one laughs, so she laughs to herself, mumbles something like someone was speaking to her. Bwahahahaha she’s in deeper crap now, and her line manager now has to call back the person she was complaining to. She’s pissed off, and it’s embarrassing for her. Booyah! The cripple apologies, she looks into the invoices in her hand – sighing for help, for life, for freedom from this wretched misery she has undertaken.

And as I type this, she takes a sip of her coffee, probably laced with faeces, cuz crap loves crap. She sits back in her bloody chair, in front of her fucking monitor, adjusting herself as though she is preparing for some amazing fucking journey – she will do some incredible work, and wow the audience. NOT IN THIS LIFE RETARD!

Fantasy only has a place in my mind when I need a break

Arghh!! I can’t stand her fucking noise anymore – blah blah blah, complain, blah blah, type invoices, bitch, complain, blah blah – that’s all SHE FUCKING EVER DOES! No one asks about what she does, which is good, cuz it sounds about as interesting as – well, actually fucking a horse would be more interesting. I mean, I’m not into animal sex, or bestiality (though any guy fucking her would probably think he was fucking a retarded animal – this gives me very frightening, cold shivers and makes my head freeze ready to be smashed by a sledgehammer). But fucking a horse would be more interesting than her weekend. And she got told off again!

“Do you want me to ring…?”
“No, I’ll do it myself.”

A comedy moment! When I have been told off by my Director, it has been because I have complained about the lack of work. I do fuck up; sometimes on purpose – perhaps privately look for a fight. Ah fuck, she’s complaining again – I have had this for….7 months! Jesus Christ! NO WONDER I HATE THIS JOB!

Soon, I get to move away from this hellish demon, on to a diagonally opposite desk. This will at least keep me away from ugly face, banshee like wailing and just away as far as possible! Dear God, this can’t happen soon enough!

I think I am in a villainous mood – I think anyone could be the target of my attacks, except, those I like – that never changes. Although sometimes I attack them, and let them know how much I can hate them, and make them hate me. I do this rarely, and it only happens when I am really fucked in the head. Although I mean everything I say in that moment, it’s up to that individual to decide whether they should hold it against me. Perhaps they should.

So, calmer now this wasn’t actually meant to be about the cripple but somehow, evil has a way of being involved in the work of good.

The hysterical nature of this idea that she is overwhelmed is beyond a joke

I need to make another post, a clean post, a post which has nothing to do with this evil as this post has just been polluted. Yucky, blah, ewww, argh!

FUCKING HELL EVEN HER TYPING IS ANNOYING I HAVE TO TYPE LOUDER TO BEAT HER NOISEY LOUD EVIL TYPING!! ACK!

STOP SWIVELLING IN YOUR CHAIR YOU CLUMP OF CLAY!!! DIE DIE DIE!!!

Perhaps, I can convince my friend to hot wire a car, he will wait, until I push her into the street – then he ram the car into like an ant being crushed by a building. She flings in the air like a flying turd, and splatter all over the roadside. People will look in awe, and laugh their asses off.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw a cripple get hit by a car! What a retard”

They would forget. She would be dead, and we would have someone is competent at doing the bloody job. My god, they are getting additional help because they think they’re overwhelmed. The hysterical nature of this idea that she is overwhelmed is beyond a joke. It’s like a moment of “the fit of the giggles.” Nothing is actually funny, but you can’t stop laughing because it’s bloody absurd. We don’t need someone else; we just need someone who CAN DO THE FUCKING JOB! Argh!

She looked this way again; she was going to ask a question! IGNORE HER! Look away or you’ll turn to stone. Yes I am treating her as a leper. It’s been a while since I thought so low of another human though this human is mostly animal.

Well enough ranting, she won’t die, so I’m stuck with working with retard. Please die though, you know you want to.