Next person who texts me to say "Merry Xmas", I'm gonna shoot them.

Now, let me get back to work.

Labels: lifestyle, rants

Possibly (and if so, luckily) for the first time in my life, I have come to think nobody actually gives a flying fuck about me. Nobody can be buggered to remember I exist, it would seem, let alone actually bothering to HELP when help's needed. Nobody can be arsed to ask ME about ME. Instead, they find it far easier to go and ask less irritable people (i.e. people who are less likely to shout at them) what's up with ME.

Oh well, their problem. I'm long past (a) caring, and (b) Kindergarten.

See? I make my rants very short, I really haven't the time or energy to waste.

Labels: rants