FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
Jan. 8th, 2005 01:39 pmI've fucking well had it. The house is a tip, there is clutter everywhere, I can't MOVE for this shit. Studio, old computers. It's all got to go. The Scorpio WASN'T fixed by a £63 battery so will almost certainly need an alternator. The Sera now has new headlights, but FUCK IT. I dropped my coat when I got into the house after the battery failed to fix the Scorpio and bent the Clie's screen hinge, so now it's at an angle. I had some greasy-haired middle aged fuckwit charge past me in the bank and get all offended when I pointed out I was in the line. I saw a whole load of selfish, foul people parking in disabled bays, parking across junctions, charging through floods without letting people finish going through, the whole place is soaked with the rain.
Rain. Endless rain.
I couldn't even face going to Tesco. I am developing a pathological hatred of anyone British who isn't what the British masses would consider a freak (i.e. a goth, a geek, anyone with some sort of work ethic or sense of decency).
I am pissed off for the most trivial things. DAMN YOU BRITAIN! YOU ARE RUINING MY ZEN!
No wonder I had no friends. It's this fucking country. It makes me full of anger and spite and resentment.
Rain. Endless rain.
I couldn't even face going to Tesco. I am developing a pathological hatred of anyone British who isn't what the British masses would consider a freak (i.e. a goth, a geek, anyone with some sort of work ethic or sense of decency).
I am pissed off for the most trivial things. DAMN YOU BRITAIN! YOU ARE RUINING MY ZEN!
No wonder I had no friends. It's this fucking country. It makes me full of anger and spite and resentment.