i am super angry to the max now.

like fucking na bei chee bye angry. extremely pissed off, and i think i can kill someone now.

you'll be in my position, when your imbecile of a sister tried to play around with gravity, by holding a frozen bowl of iced dessert near you, not thinking of the secondary effects that the content might land onto the laptop.


sure enough. gd job well down.

that bitch has done it again.


now the keyboard's stained with syrup water. and i cant even clean it if i wanted to .


fucking bitch.



its not like you can fucking afford another new one for me, you materialistic twit.



great job. now the ants will be crawling over lappy, and making it their new home 2007.





fucked up. seriously fucked up.


and i dont think i registered, hearing a "sorry" ... and trying to clean up the mess does not qualify being apologetic. in fact, that fuck tard was just cleaning up the mess on the floor.


i swear i could curse a thousand hundred million worth of explicitives now.



and dont try telling me that im vulgar bla bla bla- go kiss some heavenly ass.



im in a foul mood, and your chitty chitty bang bang wont do good , if you know what is best for you.