What makes me angrier than a fat kid on a diet...

I want to kick my shoes off, climb onto the table, jump around while pulling my hair out and yell profanities. I want to point my finger in the faces of the people whose idiocy annoys me, and cuss the hell out of them. I can’t stand idiots, can’t stand the way they think the world WORKS the way they think it does. THINK PEOPLE, THINK.

What power would I want? Forget invisibility, I want to fucking freeze time. I’d swing my fingers and freeze the damn time, walk over, no… dance over to these fuckers and slap em crazy. Wow… feels great already. Sure, my palms will bleed and swell up… I don’t care.

I hate perverts. That’s why I stopped taking public transport, throughout high school I was subjected to the daily grind of public transport including the variety of perverts that public transport has to offer. It’s almost like a Buy One Get One Free deal.

I don’t get why these men (yes, in my experience 100% of perv were men… you can argue otherwise in your OWN blog) get on the tram/train and just stare. When you talk to someone, you speak to their face, NOT to my chest, or my legs, or under my dress. That is not where my face is. I am sure that’s where YOU’D like your face to be, but that would be over my dead body. These perverts sit next to unsuspecting females, touch them, accidently grazing skin… then what? THERES NOTHING… So pervs can all go die. Thank you.

I hate the daily grind to work. Sitting is the fucking traffic takes up my life, I think people should be paid the moment they turn on their car engines. Isn’t that work? Staying awake at the wheel requires hand/eye coordination, doesn’t it? And especially if you’re in a traffic jam, that even walking is faster, you’d be a goner. So next time, if your employee lives far away, and he/she is slightly late… one piece of advice… GET OVER IT. Your employee is at work, isn’t it? Your employee is producing results, isn’t it? So they’re alittle late… don’t you know that they probably feeling SHIT as to why they are late.

Imagine this, you’re stuck in the middle of a traffic jam. It’s 7:58am (for a 8:00am start) thinking “Oh fuck, I’ve still got another 20minutes from this point. Oh Fuck Fuck Fuck! What can you do? Maybe you can wave your magic fingers and have the cars part wider than the red sea. Then because work is more important than your own life, you drive 120km/h just to get to work in 2 minutes. You get there in 2 minutes because you run anyone and anything under your car, who really cares about these people… they’re not going to work. Then you and your manager and your company can live happily ever after.

Yeh. Fuck that.