I'm so mother pissed and tired now.
And i seriously need an outlet for all the whining and vengeance.
I swear i feel like slapping her out loud. ( i think its her, either that or the rest are liars and cowards wouldnt wont even own up for a cup of tea)
Farking idiots left their cups and cans for who to clear ar?!
Think i'm a cleaner or smth?
Sorry, if i can say this again.
I'm born a manager.
Don't you reading the farking sign there?
It says:
YOUR MOTHER DOESN'T WORK HERE.
CLEAR UP YOUR MESS.
Bloody hell and i have to clear up your bloody breakfast tea?!?!
Hello? Your face alr irritate me every single day.
And excuse me could you pls stop wearing those this fashion-ish tshirts?
Fugly.
Orh. perhaps it goes with your face.
Dirt Cheap and irritating.
And if i just leave it there.
Its the bloody weekend, mondae will be welcomed with ants all over.
Can't u even use your freak pea brain to think?
And who is gonna clean it up then?
Mok mok Ghost issit?
argh!
In the end, still i cleared it.
Labels: dynanic-ism, Enraged
