moanlog – Anonymous moaning

stop it, stop it, stop it,
Stop it, Stop it, Stop it,
Stop It, Stop It, Stop It,
STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT.

please

The price of a round in my University bar: £5.80.

Me offering to pay for the drinks only forgetting to remember my PIN number for my credit card: Priceless.

My god damned University has some stupid thing where you are required to enter a PIN number to take books out the library. Well, I seemed to have forgotten all about my credit card PIN after having remembered the library 4 digit number sequence.

Not only did I look like an idiot in front of my friends, I looked like a tramp in front of the cute little bartender.

fuck plane ticket prices.

Why the hell was that shit so good damn painful. I understand eithier a stinging or burning sensation but both?! That's just fucking retarded.

Robert Bosch is the worst company to work for among all IT Companies

Dear Kleenex company, please make blow-your-nose napkins that won't desintegrate by an ant's cough. I always end up using two at a time. :(

You ever notice how when you're not looking for something it seems to pop up everywhere and just generally be in your way, then the moment that you require it it is nowhere to be found?

Fucking iPod cable.

Gotta love getting up at 6:30 on sunday mornings for work.
Bad times.

An open moan to all the elitist snob photographers out there that think their picture of a flower barn homeless person is something new and original worthy of bowing scraping and money thrown at their feet: Aaaaaaah GET a GRIP!

I wish admins wouldn't change my homepage to moanlog when I go to the restroom.