Monday, December 13, 2010

FUCKIN GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE

And while you're at it break some bones.

OMG.

JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND SOMETHING, IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT THIS SOMETHING IS CONFUSING.

MAYBE IF YOU WERE TO GET A WEE BIT (NO I MEAN A WHOLE LOTTTTTTTTT) SMARTER, YOU WILL UNDERSTAND, YOU MOFO.

Grinning Goat at 12/13/2010 06:34:00 PM pontificated

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{buzzz out}

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

In the dark room

From the title you must have thought this entry is gonna be scandalous but no it's really nothing like that. Fortunately for me.

I was going to the dark room and there was this guy right outside. He was waiting for his film and as I was entering through the revolving door I glared at him a little since he was looking my way.

Not really glaring, it's more like I'm having a natural black face which I wasn't consciously suppressing right there and then because I was just being annoying and pissy.

And when I was inside, this guy came back into the room and asked me how long am I going to take. So in the spirit of being annoying and pissy I answered 'depends on the film' - which you know was an honest answer although it wasn't the friendliest answer for such a harmless question (although at that point I thought so kaypo =,= lol)

AND THEN. He said that the red light is his (which, in case you're not paying attention, actually explains why he was asking me how long I was gonna be there for and that if I wasn't gonna be long he was probably gonna wait for me so I could use his lamp before he brought it back to his lab since the stupid red light bulb in the dark room blew)

AND THEN. He said it's ok I'll leave the lamp here I'll go and get it back later.

Letting me use his lamp after I black-faced-ly 'depends on the film'-ing him.

I felt very well chastised. =,=

But on a totally irrelevant note, I am PMSING now. And it really doesn't help that people are asking me questions they probably already know the answers to, questions they probably KNOW I won't know the answer to. It's like they're whining at me for having to do THEIR JOB.

Imagine this.

GRR: Where did you get this form?
Me: From L
GRR: I don't want to use this form leh. I want to change form. Can you get the other form?
Me: Huh? What form?
GRR: Never mind I think i know where

IF YOU KNOW WHERE WHY ASK ME IN THE FIRST PLACE. YOU PROBABLY KNOW DAMN WELL I DON'T KNOW WHAT FORM YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT AND THAT'S WHY I AM USING THE 'WRONG' FORM IN THE FIRST PLACE. WHY? WHY FEEL THE COMPULSION TO ASK ME? TO MAKE SMALL TALK?

I DON'T DO SMALL TALK I'M AFRAID. NOT WHEN I'm IN THIS MOOD.

AND ON A TOTALLY RELEVANT NOTE:

STFU APPLE YOU ARE TURNING MY PMS INTO A FULL BLOWN HORMONAL IMBALANCE

Grinning Goat at 12/07/2010 03:15:00 PM pontificated

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{buzzz out}