moanlog – Anonymous moaning

just send the goddamn thing over. don't call me 4x to tell me that you're sending it. just fucking send it already.

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.

Put you so high up there above everyone and all you do is let me down time and time again. Why do I bother

So I got a new pair of gym gloves, opened them up and noticed that they were both labeled "L" on the little tag inside. In the 21 years of my existence i've always thought that L on a tag inside something you wear stood for left, so I e-mailed the gym glove people and asked whats up. They gave me some fucking lame ass sarcastic reply to basically say "Yes L stands for left" in a sort of "are you retarded?" manner.

Well Mr Gym Glove Maker, ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED? Why does my right hand fit in a glove labeled as left? Am I deformed or what the fuck?

God.

Why do I keep on having to make the effort with you every time? I thought this relationship was a two way thing?!

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.

thought I was doing you a fucking favour when I put in my email signature that I will be leaving your shit ass firm. your loss, your total loss. idiots.

Dear Kleenex company, please make blow-your-nose napkins that won't desintegrate by an ant's cough. I always end up using two at a time. :(

I need some sleep, but I only toss and turn. I am hungry and should eat, but the body aches so it isn

This is literally the last day I am ever going to see you in my entire life (if I can help it), so I'd appreciate it if you'd stay the fuck out of my way and let me get on with cleaning the house. Not that you'd even remotely understand what that means, because you're the dirtiest human being I've ever met in my life. But the point stands, just stay in your room and make this as easy and pleasant for me as possible. I gave up pretending I like you about 4 weeks into living in the same house as you, but I've managed to keep up the "I-don't-dislike-you" front since last October. In truth, I fucking despise you and on more than one occasion have brought my face to a smile with the thought of pouring bleach into your dinner whilst you're not looking. I've managed to refrain, because as must as you probably like to think you are, you're not worth life in prison. You're a waste of air, a waste of human, and a waste of space. So stay out of mine. Cheers.