The Silent Room

WHERE’S MY FUCKING RED BULL? WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY FUCKING RED BULL? WHY IS IT NOT IN THE FUCKING FRIDGE? WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY FUCKING RED BULL OUT OF THE FUCKING FRIDGE!? IT’S 3 FUCKING A.M. AND I WANT TO DRINK MY FUCKING RED BULL SO I CAN FINISH WORKING ON MY STUPID [...]

“I just wanted to help, that’s all.” Yeah, well, you know what? Next time you want to ‘help’ me, do it because you sincerely want to help ME. Not because you want something extra to fill up in your otherwise thin and flimsy proposal, use it as a leverage and then tell me that you [...]

You know, my life would instantly become one that sucks whenever I realize what a stubborn ignorant prick I have for a best friend. *pulls hair* Yeah, and I’m quite a stubborn ass myself for sticking around with him all these years, too. Grrhh. And now the only things that could distract me is either [...]

No, not mine. My friends are cool. I’m talking about the idiots who befriend the some of the pitiful less fortunate candidates of E-Nite 2007 Prom King. I know only one of all those candidates listed, and his friends nicely wrote a decent description for him. But look at the rest, and the crappy descriptions [...]

Why is it, that when I have a shitload of work to do for an event, I get rashes on my armpits? This isn’t the first time it happened. Damit. This is the last thing I need. Sigh.