Anger

I'm in a weird mood. I'm very spaced out, and I had a late lunch cos I wasn't hungry, even though I ate no dinner last night. Rubbish.

I'm very much looking forward to the weekend cos I really can't be fucked to be at work any longer and I'm sick of various things in my office, such as the fuckwit behind me whose jaw clicks every time he eats something, and my boss who is an obsesses triathlete and won't shut the fuck up about my target. I'M NOT GONNA HIT MY FUCKING TARGET YOU PRICK SO SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Yes. And Colin most likely hates me cos I didn't get home til late last night and he was all alone. Bless his little cotton socks. It's his birthday very soon and I haven't got him a present yet. I feel bad.

What else. Um, if anybody is doing anything next weekend, (24th and 25th), can I come? I sense boredom will be an issue and feel that I should put an action plan in place to combat this preempted nastiness.

Fuckwit with clicking jaw is also trying to see my new blog address cos he's the fuckwit who made me get rid of my old one and no doubt he wants to cause trouble with this one too. He's just jealous because I'm not an IGNORANT FUCKWIT like him.