moanlog – Anonymous moaning

how can i expect someone to love me when i don't love myself?

When I am driving, the last thing I fucking need is someone giving a running commentary. If I feel like leaving it in fourth gear, I feel like leaving it in fourth gear. Don't fucking tell me what I should and shouldn't do, no matter how long you have been driving.

The other thing is you are a smelly piece of shit.

OWMAGAWDDDD. This world needs more love.

Linux geeks, what the fuck? Today I had a problem with compiling a rather obscure piece of software that had old and redundant READMEs from the previous author and versions, and all they contained were changelogs and other useless information that should have been omitted from the release.

Anyway, I asked this guy if it would be ok if I used a more well-known and supported application. You would expect him to try and offer some support or maybe other software recommendations, but the prick just flat out says "if you can't compile you shouldn't use linux" then saying "you need to know shit, linux is hardly document".

It's guys like him that give Linux and the whole community driven aspect a bad name.

God just took a shit on me. Thanks a bunch.

how is it possible that i am so busy at work that i can't breathe but my colleagues are just chilling? ffs

I'm not psychic. if i wasn't told, don't expect to me fucking know.

I fucking HATE this anxiety disorder. I am doing my best to manage it but at 34, it's getting me down. If those fuck-witted homophobes had not made my life hell when I was a teenager then I would probably not be experiencing this shit now. Fuck YOU catholic ass-holes who are still spouting bullshit about my life being 'against family values'. It's my LIFE you child-abusing hypocritical pricks! This prejudice will lead to more young people being as fucked up as I was (and still am, to a lesser degree). I am fucking insulted that the issue of whether I can or cannot marry my partner of 14 years is being debated here in the UK. There should be no debate about it! Marriage may not be for me anyway as I subscribe to the anarcho-queer way of being. However, I'd like the fucking choice! Thank fuck for punk rock.

Fuck off you bastard

oi retard, i think its fair enough to say that MY food is well you know MEANT FOR ME. it doesnt mean you can take it and pretend that it was someone elses, i mean who else friggin buys food for the house? just you or me. i dont think its too difficult to deduce who bought it. well hopefully karma will make you choke on my food and die, then i will be the one who will be jumping on your grave calling you a absolute wanker for stealing my food all the time. that will teach you.