quit fucking stealing my focus, itunes. i only use you for the convenience of updating the ipod. don't think that just because you crave my attention means that you can steal my mouse and keyboard inputs while i'm searching the web for details that you should automatically know. seriously, fuck off stealing my focus, i'll check you when i'm finished doing half of your work ... you useless heap of shite...
Winamp wouldn't do that to me...
if your not "available" online.. then fucking sign out! rather than me wasting my time writing you messages for you to reply 2 hours later saying "i went for a shower and tea"
oh i forgot i had phsychic powers!
Why did you just wipe your hands on my towel just after you washed your hands after having a shit? Do you seriously think that was ok?
I don't care if you washed your hands properly (you're a dirty bastard, no way in hell did you wash properly), but you have your own towel... contaminate that instead of my beautiful towel.
I feel like its one of those days where everyone else is concerned about everyone else but me. Maybe if I rot away here I won't get noticed.
never thought I'd consider you to be one of those guys. you look so desperate darling.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY FILM PROFESSOR? WHAT IS HIS PROBLEM? ON WHAT PLANET DOES HE LIVE? WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS MARKING LIKE THIS? FUCK YOU! I WILL GO MAKE FILMS AND I WILL NOT TAKE YOUR STUPID MARKING AS A CORRECT EVALUATION OF MY ABILITIES. YOU SHOULD JUST STOP "TEACHING" AND GO WRITE FILM REVIEWS.
Fucking bastard, i hate your fucking hair, haven't you ever heard of a product called "SHAMPOOO" YOUR HAIR IS fucking disgusting. You failed us, You fucking failed us, Why the fuck would you teach film!? Do you even know the definition of ART? You have no sense of emotions what so ever. I hate your dry jokes, Film is suppose to be art not film You do not understand the true meaning of film. You only know how to analyze it! I can't believe you failed me just because I didn't answer the EXACT way that you want. WE ARE STUDYING FILM!!!! FILM SUPPOSE TO BE ART!!!! You are my source of this depression. I hate you I hate your class, I FUCKING HATe YOU!!!
YOU FUCKING PIMPLED FAT CHIPMUNK!!! you fucking bitch you could've emailed me earlier. What the fuck, you had problems? YOU FUCKING REPLIED MY EMAIL after like A FUCKING WEEK!! You are so indirect to the point that i want to run over you with llama herd. Such a fucking lie, i know you didn't replied to me because you were too afraid to say ' NO' to my face bitch I hope you pop pimples in your spare time. You are indecisive fat loser, who goes on eharmony to find a somebody to talk to. I thought you were different. No but I was wrong. You have no IDEA HOW much you are going to regret this decision. You are ridiculous, I hate your chin, it is like a garden of little puss mountains. I hate the way you talk. I knew you were shy, but i didn't know you were this slow. I knew you tried to avoid me because you were AFRAID that i might lash out..WELL.. FUCK YOU BITCH!!! we are gonna create AMAZING artwork and YOU ARE GONNA COME BAGGING to JOIN US!!!!!!!!!!!!!
almost had a head-on collision with a motorcycle at a petrol station because he came out of the side of the station at full speed heading the wrong way right at me. at a fucking petrol station! as if the roads weren't enough for them to act like assholes! for fuck's sake grow a fucking brain! it takes less than 1 minute to go the right way!
Dreams no longer come true, mine never did
We just had the same lecture, same slides, we were in the same lecture theatre, we listened to the same guy speak, yet after all that, you still felt the need to be as predictable as breathing and copy my notes at the end.
Why? Do you think he selectively said something to me and not to you through some alien technology we both have?
People who smell of last night's dinner should not be allowed to commute. You know who you are.
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