So what else is new?
You know..one would think that one day. Just for ONE freaking day, I’d write a happy blog, but nooo…today isn’t one of those days. I got screwed over by the boss who really is a man, but has a lady’s name, so go figure it out. They just can’t leave me alone. On a damn saturday night, almost ANYTIME of the day, the bastard messages me. Maybe he doesn’t get laid enough, I don’t know. Or maybe he can never find the right underwear and all of his current ones are smelly coz he’s too damn lazy to go wash them him damn self. The wifey has to do it of course. Sure what. White men all like that. Cannot wash their own underwear. They either buy new ones and then wonder why they’re bankrupt at the end of the day, or they get someone to wash it for them.Alright then, who knew I could ramble on so much about white men and their underwear. But who cares right? I’m going to phuket and then to new york and I’m going to live like a queen. Yeap. that’s what I’m gonna do. No small pathetic princessy shit. I’m the fucking QUEEN damn it! So I’ll live like one. 
I need to go for mass later. I’m late and all, but still have time to write in here…You know, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. So when a girl needs to vent, a girl will vent. Just like having to pee. You gotta pee, you pee. Doesn’t matter where it is. In a stairwell, in an electric room, near the highway, in a field behind the police academy. Doesn’t matter really. It’s always important to empty your bladder or we’ll all die of kidney stones or some shit like that. Bad enough Jean’s always on my back about lung cancer and all other forms of cancer, I don’t need freaking stones in my body alright?
Okay lah, I’d better get off now before I go bonkers and write ten pages or something.Take care all! May your life be far better than mine…though I don’t doubt it already is.
Love you! Despite the cynicism of course.
