Thursday, May 10, 2007

Emancipation is nigh

As I sit here in my office doing the usual nothing my hands are shaking uncontrollably. My palms are sweating, I can't think straight and I feel nauseas because of the butterflies in my stomach. As every minute passes I get more and more anxious and have to smoke every hour to calm my nerves. That's no good because every time I'm in the lift I yell and scream and clench my fists because I'm so fucking excited. It's been 3 months and my performance evaluation with the regional director is at 4.30 this afternoon. I'll miss the view and I'll miss my chair but regardless of that I'm gonna tell them to shove this job right up their fucking ass.

MySpace antics




And here I was thinking anyone would add you

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

New Look

What do you think of the new layout?

Not that I really care if you like it or not, I just want you to leave some fucking goddamn comments. Just click "anonymous" and drop your name at the end if you want. It's not that hard. I'd like to know who reads and what they think.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Boycott Home Nightclub

Fuck that place used to be so good. Sublime used to always go fucking mental.

Went there on Saturday night to Famous and I rate it poorly.
First, the line was fucking ridiculous and it took us an hour to get in using the guestlist line.
Second, the general entry line moved faster.
Third, you pretty much had to have about 4 girls with you for 1 guy to get in.
Fourth, there were yanks.
Fifth, they didn't let 5 of our mates in for no reason even though they were with girls.
Sixth, I saw them knock back a bunch of wogs because they looked too much like wogs.
Seventh, they had another checkpoint that knocked more people back.
Now we weren't even inside the fucking place yet.
Eighth, ridiculously overprice drinks (alcoholic and water). You'd think they'd drop the price of alcohol because they make so much money of water.
Ninth, Terrace Bar opened at 11.30 instead of 11.
Tenth, no pass outs til 1am.
Eleventh, I hear they were knocking back Asians for being too Asian. (I don't care but it's ammunition for this post)
Twelfth, the DJ started playing progressive house with no drops.
Thirteenth, the floor was so fucking sticky that you couldn't dance.

Usually I wouldn't care about all these things but that was the first time I've been there and didn't take any pills. Hahaha!