I hate my school.

Anyone up for open days so I can browse around and complain to other schools how much VU sucks.

VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS VU SUCKS

I think you got the message now.

I think I better stop using the work computer to blog. They already think I’m the world’s biggest dork.

LOTS OF LOVE,
monkee.

As you know I’ve been working relentlessly over these few weeks. After going “emo” for a period of three days, this strange gentleman brought me out of the shell.

*walks to the ’sensitive’ section*
Me: Hi there, how are you doing today?
Dude: Great thanks, and how are you?
Me: Fantastic sir. Can I help you with anything?
Dude: Sure, just let me think.
Me: No problem.
Dude: Wait!! I have a quick question..
Me: Hrmm?
Dude: Do you think if I wore the KING SIZE rubber, my privates will get bigger?
*tries not to laugh*

I love my work.

xoxo, monkee.

Emo phase 1. I think I might go and kill myself now. Oh, don’t mind me…please do go on with your lives.

Rants.

To have a great night ruined by exam results. Happy face. Happy face. Happy face. Happy face. I will not break everything. Happy face. Happy face. As of now, my pessimestic face will be the signs you’ll look to when you need BAD advice. I hate you brain.

Screams.

I can’t wait til morning or else I’m going to burst.

Opposites of xoxo, depressed-monkee.