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Today I cried at work. Full-out began to sob. I have no idea where it came from, how it started but it did and I couldn’t stop. I can still feel the prickle of tears come now just thinking about it. For FUCK’S sake, it’s McDONALDS and I let it get to me :hissy: I was fine for most of the day, too, so I have no idea what started this. Thinking back, I suppose the last two hours were hectic and I was by myself running the orders. People were dicks and I didn’t want to take anymore of their crap. The entire time I felt like a robot, just picking up things, sorting them, interlocking pieces and starting anew. It doesn’t help that the customers for the most part see you as a robot. I was so tempted to scream out an angry you’re welcome to one person who didn’t say a word to me as he took his food. That’s what gets me the most, they just don’t look at you, don’t say a word. I am a food repository and nothing else. God I hate it so much and I know I have to get a new job. This is frustrating and I’m sorry you’re reading this. I just needed to get it out of my system because I am human and I get emotional and upset.

Fuck you, menstruation. Fuck you up the dirty asshole for making me so fucking psycho tonight. I have never acted so wildly childish at work and I hate that people have seen me bawl over nothing. Gah.

You! Yes, you, you piece of shit asshole who keeps spamming my comment box like you think someone is actually going to buy your bullshit product through my fucking website.

I have words for you. And they aren’t nice ones. I understand you want to make your fucking $0.10 a hit pay cheque or whatever the shit you get for hammering away at my post button, but I’m going to ask you to stop. And I’m going to turn on the little thing that lets me screen comments cause you fuckers keep coming and trying to sell my visitors FLESHLIGHTS and Cialis and Valium and every fucking drug under the sun, under the guise of some bullshit inspirational quote that no one reads, cares about or understands. If you don’t get it, I’ll spell it out for you in plain English, provided you understand the language (you never know, it’s the WORLD WIDE WEB, after all!)

Take me off your “mailing list”. I am now on the DO NOT SPAM list. You cannot spam this blog anymore. Not that anyone will read your inane bullshit anyway (because they certainly don’t read mine!), so it’s really only you wasting your god damn time by doing this stupid thing and it wastes my time because I have to delete all your shit, which I hate doing.

So in conclusion, go die in a fiery pit of brimstone and leave me the shit alone. I don’t need to come home after ten hours of work to find fifty billion messages in my comment box about how every fucking guy in the world will love to have a vagina that both lights up and doesn’t talk smack to them.

Fuck you all and goodnight.

We are on the verge of purchasing digital cable for our house again and it ended up in a big fight between my parents and I. My mother and I were on one side and my father was on the other. He knew nothing about our wanting to move up with the cable package. For ten extra dollars we would be getting a bundle of digital channels. Of course he had to object to it :angry: It further proved how much alike my father and I are. We get angry quite easily.

I have officially lost the remote control to my DVD player. This is upsetting news because I being a lazy bastard don’t like to get up to change shit and stuff. What the hell am I going to do without my remote?! :angry:

EDIT: 1:28 am I have found the remote! Actually, my mother did. Then she told me and I did a little dance. :blush:

I’ve been busy this week; my finals are coming up in less than two weeks and I’m starting to get a tad stressed out. Plus, I have three essays due right before exams begin so I’m not going to have much time in between writing those suckas and my exams. At least, by the end of April I can say I’m finally finished my first year of university, though It’ll be a good day in my book. Then I can really start working my butt off to pay for Italy next year.

I had a night shift last night; it was long and arduous and this morning I went over to the synagogue to help my mother with a kiddish she needed to set up for the congregants. This was at around 6:30 this morning. She asked me to set up the plates and cutlery and stuff and once I was finished she told me to go home and get to sleep. At quarter to 12 later this morning I get awakened by my father, roaring about not getting up to help my mother. I was totally baffled by this cause I knew that I had gone over before going to bed. When I got to the synagogue, disheveled and upset that I had been yelled at, my mother apologizes and tells me my father was supposed to be the one going to the synagogue, not me. He had pawned his work off on me :O :angry: BLAHHHHHH, fucking asshole. Most of the time I can stand my father, but not when he’s a stubborn prick who acts like a fucking child. He made me so angry this morning. So FUCKING ANGRY BLAHHHHHH. Now after coming back from the synagogue again, with all of the work completely done I can’t get back to sleep. I have another night shift tonight and I wanted to sleep until at least three o’clock this afternoon. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Since I’m in a complaint mood today, please feel free to read more about my week and how crappy it’s been.
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