omgwtf!

Well, RatBastrd went home yesterday and I can tell you that I’m in no damned mood for stupidity as a result…I missed him already two or three days before he split.

So aside from having shitty, stupid early deadlines for work while he was here, today I get to listen to a bunch of stupid, vapid, shallow people talk about stupid, vapid, shallow bullshit as if they actually have a fucking clue and as if what theyre talking about actually means something to anyone at all.

And as usual, the interviewer is a stammering, blubbering asshole who seems unable to ask even the most simple of questions without turning it into two paragraphs of absolute asshattery, which of course I have to type. My journey towards the dark side is nearly complete.

Yeah, I’m pretty fucking crabby this morning. I have a miserable stomach ache. Plus I slept on my head wrong yesterday and now everything from the base of my skull to the base of my shoulderblades aches like a rotted tooth. How the fuck do you sleep on your head wrong, anyway?

RAWR!

Edit: And can I just ask what the fuck the “girl next door” or “boy next door” is supposed to look like? Because according to these morons, they should look like super-fit, I work out for three hours a day seven days a week, blonde, come-hither-and-fuck-me-good sexpots. I’ve lived in a lot of places, and I’ve never seen that kind of person next door, not even in LA. So what the fuck does that mean, anyway? Because it’s getting on my fucking nerves that every single person these imbeciles are discussing on this tape is the “boy or girl next door.”

Oh, man.