I love my life (most of the time).

What’s with teens these days wearing denim underpants and midriff-baring singlets, complete with ankle boots, strutting around like they’re the hottest people in the room/Easter Show??? Seriously guys, you look like clone skanks who called each other in the morning so you could copy each other’s outfits.

It’s a late rant, but someone here MUST have noticed the same thing?

I don’t understand why everything at work has to be a competition. Why we can’t we all have a busy night and not have someone come up the next day and say “We did 15 more covers than you, in your face!”? Where’s the respect? Also, I don’t need people coming up to me thinking I’m pissed off, when really I can’t talk because my throat feels like shit. Just cos I’m not smiling all the time doesn’t mean I’m in a bad mood.

I want my fucking money back. You got two whole months’ notice, work practically full time hours at casual rates, buy shit like there’s no tomorrow, then have the gall to tell me that you haven’t got enough to pay me back yet. THEN you say “Please don’t text me back”

IT WOULD MAKE MY LIFE, YOU SELFISH DICKWAD.

I’m at home alone with my mum…

And she’s on the phone talking so loud that I can hear every. Freaking. Word. I’m in my room, hoping the sound of my typing will somehow drown out the sound of her bitching about my parents’ marriage and how my dad is a neglectful husband and how she wants a divorce cos she feel sufficated in this “perfect” marriage.

SERIOUSLY? Who’s the one that goes out at all hours of the night and doesn’t support anything her family does? Who never goes out for dinner with us anymore, even when we ask you every single time? Who’s the one who talks to her ~internet boyfriend on webcam every day and is always flirting with him? Who would take her mother’s side in every single thing, even when she knows it’s wrong? Who treats my little brother like a slave and an invalid at the same time just cos he’s autistic? Whose decision was it to stop sleeping in the same bed?

Just cos dad likes a quiet life and doesn’t like to socialise DOESN’T make him a bad husband. Maybe you should look a little closer to home and see how you’re being a bad wife.

To my closest friends, this may come as a shock to you cos I’ve never really talked about this, ever. And I’m sorry I’ve never told you the details. But it’s been happening for about 9 months now, and I think it’s going to “officially” end soon. And seeing as it’s getting more and more obvious, I don’t think it matters very much anymore whose business it is.

I want to hurt him. So. Bad.

He is that selfish, that he took something that was his fault, and turned it around, made it my fault, and now he’s mad at me. Un fucking believable.

“I’m sweet, so everybody takes a bite”

What makes you think you can walk into my kitchen and just ask me to make you something when I’ve never even had a conversation with you? Just cos I’m a chef doesn’t mean I exist to feed you and your lazy ass. You want me to cook for you? Do something to deserve it. Until then, there’s a staff canteen and plenty of convenience stores within a block radius of this place. Eff off, mother effer.