moanlog – Anonymous moaning

To the dickhead that decided today would be a good day to burn shit in your garden: did it not pass your thick skull that people would be sitting around at home with their windows open as it's fucking boiling out today?

Why start a conversation with me if you're only going to ignore me and pretend I don't exist?

This only makes you look like a fucking cow in my eyes and I never forget when someone acts like a prick towards me.

Whats the point in ahving a phone when you dont even use it for what it was created for? :S

Why can't I just be in love

I know I can trust you, it's those other bitches that I don't trust. Don't mess with my man!!

I wish this backend developer friend of mine would work on our project, its kind of annoying how he doesnt do shit! takes days off to watch Batman! god... such a dickhead...

How simple can auto-save be to implement? I just lost about 3 paragraphs due to Apple's "Pages" application (their alternative to MS Word) crash. I know that's not a lot, but it's the principal that counts. It makes sense to have some kind of recovery feature or auto-save. People don't use word processors as a joke and enter text that they're hoping to lose because of your application crashing.

There's a free no-thrills text editor on OS X called TextEdit and this has the ability to save every x seconds which incidentally is free of charge whereas Pages costs $80.

It doesn't make sense to me.

I sometimes wonder where I put my pants. I search for it up and down the building, and I think hard and deeply as to where I left them last. Finally, I catch a glimpse of a recent memory that pinpoints the exact geographical coordinates of my pants. After a year of searching, I finally found them.

You really don't help yourself, you know that? You cling to the same people, afraid to meet anybody new for fear of rejection. And it gets tiring, you trying to talk everyday about the same things. I really, honestly, do not care. And then you go back and try and get back with your ex, who you do nothing but complain about anyway. If you eventually do, you'll only break up and wonder where it all went wrong, and then come crying back to me, and I'll have to pretend to care. Again. Please, sort your life out and climb out of this rut you've got yourself voluntarily stuck in.

I really hate idiots who talk shit behind the computer screen, and are 1 meter tall in real life. Get a life and stop acting like a bodybuilding champion of the world behind your monitor and keyboard. FREAKS !!