"If music be the food of love, play on..."
Its rainy days like these (the heavy downpour kind) that will really squeeze every ampule of emo out of you and you end up blogging about it and whining about all the sad shit/f87ked up crap that had happened/ are still happening in your life.
This is crazy. There's a certain mr idiot that doesn't seem to get "get the f87k off from my 100m radius of sight" mean. He continues his pilgrimage of forgiveness by constantly sending me pitiful-sounding smses and emails that are virus plagued (no kidding even hotmail quarantined his mail, sorry guess you're just fated to feel my eternal wrath for the many years that you're going to continue to live, as a loser.
And the saddest part of this entire shit is that i am required to have "close connection" with this loser and his ministry of dumbf87ks and retards with tasteless humour....God save the Queen (me)...and he has this tendency of always...i mean always...asking me retarded questions that i will never answer truthfully, Evar..but just to make him feel happy i entertained him with a 1 line ending sentence with no opening for the conversation to carry on. And if this didn't seem enough...he'll come over and try to talk or take a look at me (uh-oh he's doing it now...dumb f87k)...and speak with a pitiful sounding voice...i'm sorry save it for your pretty little slutty bitch over there...thank you...i think she likes it more...well i wish the both of you a happy ending (obviously there won't be unless she gives up her rich bf for a loser like you...ah well she'll probably sleep around too...who knows...you're just a loser anyway...)
Ahh...i feel so much better...well...time for work heh...
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