Saturday, September 13, 2008
one thing i can remember from the last time i blogged, is a very subtle argument with someone by the name, or nickname, whatever, which up till now i can safely conclude that both the person who gave the nickname and the one who uses it are mentally retarded.
honestly, because of the fact that it is over the keyboard, and i have the tendency to have typos, and not make things difficult for someone who has to deal with this already difficult person, i decided to just end off with 'whatever'.
but let me say my peace, if it were on the phone, if it were in real life, if it were not during the crazy hours of the morning, i would have gotten my way. sure, one more person who has me on hate list, but i don't give a damn since this person is pretty much already embedded on my hate list together with all those i can't wait to become a serial killer to eliminate.
so to this retarded part of a breakfast set, process in which chicken is born to be eaten, full of cholesterol aka crap:
don't let me see you on the street, because if i do, i'll push you onto to the on-coming traffic.
