moanlog – Anonymous moaning

you depress me

I swear to god I will kill him. It's only a matter of time. The reason nothing works on your machine is because you never fucking let me near it. Everytime I try you say you're too busy, then you take it away and home. I wouldn't care but the problem gets worse, you blame me to the M.D., I get reprimanded, try to fix the machine and you tell me you're too busy!

I swear to fucking god your time is coming to an end.

You're so. Fucking. Annoying. Learn when to shut up ffs

UCAS you assholes.
FIRST, they cancel the course I really wanted to do and the place I really wanted to do it. And now you want me to pay £10 to add another choice even though I already paid the £21 for the 5 choices when I sent off my form, to get only 4 choices turn up in the letter?
FUCK YOU.
On top of this, your automated bitch on the phone tells me "Call volumes are high at the moment." Like I give a shit. I want to talk to someone about this, because it's important. If your call volume is too high, then get some more fucking staff!

Sony Ericsson's Update Service has two fatal flaws. The first is it is not available for OS X (nor are any of their other software packages.) The other is it is it requires Flash version 8 or higher, but when you've got the latest (9.0.1something) it moans (no pun intended).

Sony Ericsson is a major player in the mobile telephone game, they have yet to recognise the Mac market and even basic stuff like update their applications.

It's a good thing their phones are pretty damn good.

I just want you out of my life once and for all, you never deserved to have all I had to offer.

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hate the fucking blame game that seems to perpetuate my working world. If there's any little error then fingers get pointed. I don't mind being blamed IF it's something I did. I cannot stand being blamed for something that's not my fault but that's something my colleagues seem to enjoy and I ignore that shit.

However. When you blame me for your fuck up and EMAIL the client saying it's my fault THEN expect me to see the client face to face the next day to work on his machines, THEN you are going to get a fucking knife stuck in your fucking head.

Do you think I want to look like a cunt to the people I work with just to save your own fucking skin?

DO YOU?

TWITTER YOU BITCH, WORK!
And if you're over capacity, then INCREASE YOUR FUCKING CAPACITY.

My brother just had a poo in the toilet, and it smells so bad my stomach actually aches. Yuck.