subway shoot-outs are for pansies i am so close to imploding from the myriad types of rage that're dominating the senses. its easy to make assumptions, or is your guilty conscience just holding a gun to your head? it disappoints me how you aint got the balls to confront issues head on. here's some spare change, go buy yourself some cos i'm quite sure you weren't born with any.
office turn-out today stands at a grand total of 5 souls. everyone seems to have scurried off to some v. important conference at suntec. or are you all just hangin out and having carl's jr. ... i'm genuinely sad that next monday will be my last day of work. i've only been here for slightly over a week and i'm getting all blubbery and sad already. anyway, being unemployed just means saying hello to sunny sentosa with my vertically challenged good friends (haha!), and spending more time with the bitches, both furry and non-furry. you get my drift.
i feel like the dead girl in 6th sense whose mom kept poisoning her food to keep her sick till she finally died and went on to scare the shit outta hayley joel osmond (lazy to check spelling). just that in my case, someone's filling my mind up with nasty shit thats kinda corroding all the positive thoughts that once dwelled so peacefully up in there. in any case, at the rate you're going, i'm gonna be braindead by the end of the week.
and to the egotistical fuckheads that are so bent on believing that my thoughts and feelings revolve around your actions, its time for a fucking reality check.
diplomacy to the extent of hypocrisy? why waste your time.