Response Tactics. If All Else Fails - Flip Everyone Off.

Not sure of how to get your message accross? You cant exactly send flowers to say “I hate your fucking guts” or “just fuck off” - if youre looking for a generalised action to cover a range of emotions, I suggest the Middle Finger. For example:

Boss: Where is your name badge today? You know next time this happens… [insert long lecture of work ethic and correct uniform] … ok?
Reply:

Random Dickhead: Hi, my name is [Tool], do you come here often? I havent seen you around [Im a tool Im a tool Im a really big tool]
Reply:

Prior friend aka bitch: Omg, so the other night wah wah wah, and then blah blah my life is so horrible and my mum has a shit job. W.A.H.
Reply:

People who are just annoying for fuck only knows why: [insert any annoying actions that come to mind - there are too many for me to list so use your imagination I cant do everything]
Reply:

So, next Mothersday, Fathersday, Public Holiday, to the next wanker that cuts you off on the road or in a conversation, to the fuckwit that just wont shut the hell up -

Cheers.

Women. The Genetic Makeup of a Bitch.

Seriously, do women even understand women? I’m going to go and get all sexist here and say women have got to be a different fucking race. What is it in a woman’s genetic makeup that makes something as simple as a direct “I don’t like you” or even a “whats your problem” so god damn hard.

In a simple sentence. I don’t fucking know. I wish I did, the perhaps I wouldn’t end up being some superficial friendly cow come every Sunday. Or whenever I had a problem with someone, lord knows that’s around 110% of my life, I could walk right up to them and flip them off right in front of their eyes.

Nada.

Emotional, cold, picky, tightass, ignorant, rude bitches. Screw you to hell.

Then again if men were in excruciating pain 5 days per month I am sure you would all be whiny, emotional pricks too.

Blogging is harder than breathing.

Yeah work that one out - seeing as breathing is probably the easiest thing we lazy as fuck human beings can do - think about it… do we actually have to consider to breathe? If you answered yes, you’re a sad life-form, go spend all your money on the perfect lifestyle and  proceed to kill yourself in a glorified suicide.

Back to blogging, hell if i know how i got onto glorified suicide (it must be the emo bullshit that pollutes musical talent and turns tasteful music into a substance most people would call excretion from a fat man). Fuck I did it again. Blogging - I’m starting again.

If at first you don’t succeed, failure may be your thing.