moanlog – Anonymous moaning

How can you call yourself an indian if you don't like spices?! Gtfo

I've never encountered such an entitled moron. Why do I have the misfortune of sharing an office with you? Why me? What have I done wrong in life to deserve this? It's great that you think you're funny because, let's face it, someone has to. Please, PLEASE. Just stop talking. Just for fifteen seconds.

I get rather annoyed at people moaning about being given a week to do an essay and that it has to be in tomorow. The hint is in the week bit, you could have done a bit everyday, or even done it at the beginning of the week, seen your teacher with the effort you have made, and tell them that other than what you've done you don't have clue. A week to do one essay when in an exam you'll probably have about 20minutes.

This Liberian has literally walked past me 6 times in the last 3 minutes. I don't think anyone has sneaked in, I don't think any Student is masturbating in the corner, I don't think anything has changed that much since you last checked.

You shouldn't be allowed to fuck with anyone ever again

When you're not with me I feel completely and utterly like shit. I get very down, don't eat properly and end up just moping around this house. I am so happy when i'm with you so I don't know how I'm going to cope when I have to go back to uni and stay in this god-forsaken place full time again. Jesus, not talking to you for 3 days was hard enough for
both of us, so god knows how's going to be when we're weeks apart again. I love you and miss you so much it's unbelieveable.

Im sorry that I didn't want to take your sister out. But I don't like her and don't think I should put myself out for you. So what if she doesn't have a boyfriend, a lot of people don't. I know I owe you a favor, but seriously. Not this. Not now.

I should have known talking to you online would be as difficult as face to face. Why should I dumb down my language just so you can understand me? I feel as I'm losing brain cells just by talking to you.

In my head, I run over and over what it would be like to fucking murder you. You've made my life a misery, I want to end yours. Of course, I won't. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in jail. But thinking of you in pain actually gives me physical pleasure. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can think of; nothing I can actually comprehend that would hurt you enough to make me feel better about my life right now. You are a fucking bastard, and I hope you choke on something.

Dear Flatmates,

There is a reason why we have a kitchen fire door. To protect me from you fucking retards.