I Am...
... not your maid.
... not your secretary.
... not your mother.
... not your social escort.
I have feelings.
I am not a machine.
I understand that you need to work, but that is not an excuse to treat me like the above.
I have talked to you about this before. Many times.
Guess why I feel the need to blog about it again?
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Fucking Irritating
I abhor the expression "harrrrrrrrr........" people give when you tell someone to do something.
You know, that whiney sound you make when someone tells you to eat a pound of shit.
If I can get super mad at primary 2 kids for "harrrrrrrr...."-ing when I tell them to do their work, I can get even madder when a full-grown adult does so. I mean, how childish are you?
It is not an expression or anger or sadness, it does not help you think better. All it does is buy you that 5 long-assed seconds you spent "harrrrrrrr..."-ing and tells the person that you don't want to do it. Then what do you want that person to do? Do every single little thing for you?
Well, fuck you.
Do you think by "harrrrrrrrr...."-ing the god-damned thing that you're so terrified of will go away by itself? That class work and homework will automatically disappear? That ingredients for a recipe we're supposed to prepare for today's mini-party will automatically fly to my house by themselves? That the food will cook itself?
Oh just GROW UP!
I abhor the expression "harrrrrrrrr........" people give when you tell someone to do something.
You know, that whiney sound you make when someone tells you to eat a pound of shit.
If I can get super mad at primary 2 kids for "harrrrrrrr...."-ing when I tell them to do their work, I can get even madder when a full-grown adult does so. I mean, how childish are you?
It is not an expression or anger or sadness, it does not help you think better. All it does is buy you that 5 long-assed seconds you spent "harrrrrrrr..."-ing and tells the person that you don't want to do it. Then what do you want that person to do? Do every single little thing for you?
Well, fuck you.
Do you think by "harrrrrrrrr...."-ing the god-damned thing that you're so terrified of will go away by itself? That class work and homework will automatically disappear? That ingredients for a recipe we're supposed to prepare for today's mini-party will automatically fly to my house by themselves? That the food will cook itself?
Oh just GROW UP!
Friday, December 18, 2009
All You Sons Of Bitches
I repeat - ALL you sons of bitches.
Go fuck yourselves.
I give, and give, and fucking give. I don't even know how to live for myself anymore, I've been living my life for all you sons of bitches all my life. And all you do is take, and take, and fucking take.
If I am dead inside, I wouldn't feel so. I wouldn't have the fiery pit within me envelop my whole being every time I am stepped upon.
I am angry. I am more than angry. I am murderous. I feel homicidal everytime you sons of bitches crush me under your feet for the sheer pleasure of it. I feel like holding a slugger in my hands and feeling the crack of your skull as I devour the pleasure it gives.
But I don't look so.
In the name of reason and normality I take it. I take it up the ass for you sons of bitches. I tolerate whatever shit you throw my way, simply for the fact that you might deserve another chance.
Might.
Listen up, all you sons of bitches. Listen good. Here's an example of why you shouldn't step on my tail too much.
There is only so much I can take. Not that it pleases me to tolerate. I boil over with anger and hurt every time someone steps on me, but for fucking peace's sake, I take it when you get up in my ass.
No seriously. Not anymore.
I'm not only going to stop being Little Miss Nice, I am going to be downright nasty when you step on my tail.
Don't say you've not been warned.
I repeat - ALL you sons of bitches.
Go fuck yourselves.
I give, and give, and fucking give. I don't even know how to live for myself anymore, I've been living my life for all you sons of bitches all my life. And all you do is take, and take, and fucking take.
If I am dead inside, I wouldn't feel so. I wouldn't have the fiery pit within me envelop my whole being every time I am stepped upon.
I am angry. I am more than angry. I am murderous. I feel homicidal everytime you sons of bitches crush me under your feet for the sheer pleasure of it. I feel like holding a slugger in my hands and feeling the crack of your skull as I devour the pleasure it gives.
But I don't look so.
In the name of reason and normality I take it. I take it up the ass for you sons of bitches. I tolerate whatever shit you throw my way, simply for the fact that you might deserve another chance.
Might.
Listen up, all you sons of bitches. Listen good. Here's an example of why you shouldn't step on my tail too much.
There is only so much I can take. Not that it pleases me to tolerate. I boil over with anger and hurt every time someone steps on me, but for fucking peace's sake, I take it when you get up in my ass.
No seriously. Not anymore.
I'm not only going to stop being Little Miss Nice, I am going to be downright nasty when you step on my tail.
Don't say you've not been warned.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Holy Shit Holy Shit Holy Shit
So I stayed up late one night watching TV after Lazy fell asleep playing with his PS3. At around 4am (yes, there is a 4am) some Korean show came on, about some tutor and some rebellious rich kid who stayed back 2 grades.
I don't usually watch Korean or Japanese films (unless its in the horror genre), but I was bored and too lazy to reach for the remote, so I ended up watching the whole show.
By the end of the show, I was swooning over the guy.
I.. kind of forgot what his name is. But HOLY SHIT is he HOT!
What the hell have I been missing?! How many more hunks speaking in different languages are there out there?
Hot damn, I want a piece of this! And his face is super cute too.
*drools*
So I stayed up late one night watching TV after Lazy fell asleep playing with his PS3. At around 4am (yes, there is a 4am) some Korean show came on, about some tutor and some rebellious rich kid who stayed back 2 grades.
I don't usually watch Korean or Japanese films (unless its in the horror genre), but I was bored and too lazy to reach for the remote, so I ended up watching the whole show.
By the end of the show, I was swooning over the guy.
I.. kind of forgot what his name is. But HOLY SHIT is he HOT!
What the hell have I been missing?! How many more hunks speaking in different languages are there out there?
Hot damn, I want a piece of this! And his face is super cute too.
*drools*
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