moanlog – Anonymous moaning

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

i still hate you. and i'm not going to stop hating you until it stops hurting.

So the evil witch mother in law from hell is going to a bonfire party tonight. She has just left looking like a pus filled geriatric Suzie Quatro. Dressed head to foot in black to match her soul, I have been asked if she “looks alright”. I said I liked her boots. I do like her boots because they look uncomfortably high and she may have a bonfire related accident when she drinks too much of her tramp juice. So yes, I like her boots very much.
I think she may have dressed to pull some unfortunate to suck the life from. To think of her whispering sweet nothings makes me want to vomit. The “romance of the century” could lead to her trapping the poor bloke into a night of passion. Ewwwwww god help him. Still in the cold light of day with the beer goggles removed and her lying like the living dead next to him – it shouldn’t last long. (cont)

if you are going to help yourself to the stuff in my medicine cabinet whilst you live with us, atleast replace it and replace it with the same stuff, don't for example (like you did before) use my £2+ strepsils and then replace them with 50p soothers!
i've just gone to the fucking cabinet to get some beechams flu plus and they are gone. now your brother won't have used them as he gets on with it when he has a cold, unlike you, you wus! who takes a week off for a sniffle (like your dad) and the last time i had a cold, i was pregnant and couldn't take them!
luckily i found a couple tablets in my first aid kit...
and don't give me the crap that your brother doesn't like anyone to be ill, he's just not a pussy like you!! he know's that the world doesn't stop because of runny noses or "a bit of a sore throat!" he's a man, and maybe if you learnt from him, you would be too! and you wouldn't be living in our "spare" room!

this business is not working out. i wish i had the option to pull out. you're fucking annoying me and we're never on the same page about anything.

You're a cunt. Never before has the thought of someone in pain actually brought me mental pleasure. But the idea of hitting you with something, right over the back of the head, or seeing you lying infront of a bus that just knocked you down, actually gives me some sick form of enjoyment.
You're a useless cow. You've ruined it for me, for the last 2 years. Because of you, I'm probably going to have to seriously rethink my future. You're a waste of space, a waste of life, and you have a furry face.

Now go run across a motorway or something.

Pretty much all my friends can't stand me now. I guess recently I've been a pain in the ass. Even though I've done nothing to them, they all suddenly think I'm an ass, when in reality they're the ones who decide to bugger off for two weeks without saying a god damn word.

So you've moved house. BIG FUCKIN DEAL! Do you really have to go on and on about it on Facebook for fucksake?!? And all those kiss ass people who keep comment on fuckin inane updates if yours like "oooh look we have a garden" and "look what we have near to our house". Get a fuckin life and quit this stoopid obsession you moron!

They don't have a fucking clue about any of this shit, do they? They sit up in their fancy offices and buy whatever they fucking want without thinking of the logistics. Cunts.

i don't want to be here. i hate this. i feel so uncomfortable.