What a Waster.

You know, the only thing that's stopping me
from slapping you so hard, that your head
detaches from your spinal column is that you're female;
and also one of the few people that I actually care about.

You know, because after I've wasted about
3 hours of my life waiting, after a rough day,
in order to sate your incredibly obsessive complex,
you know you'd better kneel and beg for forgiveness.
Because if I wasted 3 hours from my 12 hour day,
just so that you could mire yourself in your own
pleasures, you could at least have the decency to tell me
what you're doing and when you're going to be done.

Don't fucking ignore and dismiss me with less than a wave
of the hand. I've got fucking plans to make and a fucking cycle
to maintain. Especially DON'T finish up, just as I've made other
plans. You know, you can't blame me if I start to entertain violent
fantasies about shaking you from your comfortable little life.

It's Deja Vu all over again.
Spoilt little-

Whenenenenenenenenr and that's about all the time I have
to bitch about bitches in general. Because I have to yet again
participate in a god awful socio-political exercise which claims
to have no pretensions, but yet ostracizes anyone who doesn't
participate in said meaningless exercise.

I guess holding a pay of $2.97 and not having enough brains
to discern sarcasm and truth takes a toll on you petty minded
peons, doesn't it?

God, damnit. The uglier side of life.
Progressing from Secondary School where you had to deal with
barely intelligible morons to reaching the real world.

Dealing with REAL MORONS.
Fuck, I've never had a stronger compulsion to swear
without actually doing so.

Fuck.