moanlog – Anonymous moaning

I love being a woman but sometimes when my mother puts the most ridiculous restrictions on me [can't go out late, can't meet boys alone, can't dress inappropriately], I hate being a woman especially with so many aspirations of freedom in my head.

I don't like how at the end of a semester, the lecturers give us our exams or final courseworks, then they say “Good luck with the rest of your final year!”. There's something patronising or finalising about it that I just don't like or don't see as appropriate. It's like saying goodbye but in a really lame way. Just don't say anything.

I hate the way expenses are calculated. What the fucking hell is wrong with taking your odometer reading as the actual distance you have driven? Surely that's the o-fucking-dometers job?

Grow up, you short-arse cunt.

I hate when Luton makes impossible exams and I get disappointing marks.

I'd be so much happier if you just admitted that you like me.

Too many deadlines, not enough hours in the day.

Oral sex is not a chore, get on with it you miserable cunt.

Fucking asshole

Don't have a fucking clue what to do with my life

gaurav, are you still behind this? your zuide afrika warrior misses you.