But didn't.

Come on now, get it all out, no-one likes an ulcer.

"No, please, walk slower. I'm just too close to where I want to be, and I'd rather spend some time and enjoy these stairs."

I wanted to tell the garbage man that he looked like at idiot as he oggled me through my window this morning. I was getting dressed and his look of "HOLY SHIT" was incredibly amusing.

?30 for this fucking haircut? You're kidding, right?

"No, that's ok. I'd gladly miss my train so that you can hang out on this escalator, you lazy sack of shit."

"what a wonderful park job you've executed. Halfway onto the road <I>and</i> with your wheels pointing toward traffic. Brilliant. You get a star."

"Die."

"It's ok that we've sat in the same room for six weeks and you've barely acknowledged my presence. It's even fine that I was wearing a birthday badge all day, had a card brought to my desk and lots of people coming in to say hello, and you didn't feel the need to wish me a happy birthday. That's fine. But is there any chance you could maybe wash at some point this week?"

"Why <i>yes,</i> we <i>do</i> provide assistance with your housing. But only if you <b>get the fuck up off your lazy ass and start being a little bit pro-fucking-active about your god damn <i>life.</i></b>

haha I get that phonecall.

"Haha you can bitch and moan all you like, the fact of the matter is that you have no idea what you are talking about. Oh? Oh really? You're not going to pay me? Well you don't get a compliance certificate then. So you're going to have debt collectors chasing you AND have to pay someone else to do it, you smug know it all accountant sack of shit. You have a nice day now."

"what the fuck are all these jocks and retards doing here?"

"Don't fucking glare at me. I hope your camera's broken. Try walking through a crowd with expensive equipment hanging from your neck while dawdling at the sky again, and I'll do more than hope."

Are my parents home? I moved out of home three years ago...don't you want to ask me if I want to donate money that I don't have to a charity that pays its chairman before the children? I'm old enough to drink, smoke and enlist I swear. I'm even tall enough to reach the phone.

I actually admire you a great deal. Envy probhibits mine expression.

what the hell do i have to take a HR class for sensitivity, i'm so sensitive that i get an erection when the windblows...you damn crybabies...i hate everyone

Why on earth does ANYONE like you? Seriously. You're a giant cunt with no discernible redeeming qualities whatsoever. I wonder who gave you the impression that you're clever and intelligent and actually worthy of anyone's attention for longer than the seconds it would take to give you a disdainful look and a derisive snort, then dismiss you as beneath contempt.

at first i read your comments as a response gail and i was crushed

silly brit.

gosh I am so scathing.

moving on:


I just want to kick her in the damn uterus as hard as I can. As many times as it takes. That would solve everything.

"Excuse me, Mr. Littlefield? Have you ever thought about, maybe, some kind of ritual suicide? Because this shit you're trying to do now, and trying to call it your job, it's fucking pathetic. If maybe, for one second of this year it wasn't evident that you are a waste of fucking money, I could get past this. But so far? Fuck you is all I'm feeling in your general direction. Look how your boy Shawn's doing. Fuck you."

A shiny nickel whoever gives me the proper context <i>without searching</i>.

"The goddamned group is over, one hour, stop talking, really I want to leave, and I swear to christ if you don't shut your fucking trap I am going to kick you in the teeth.

hunh. you people have some seruious issues. i actually say those sorts of things to people. as i think them. as they piss me off.

well - to the writer's of a radio ad - brilliant. an ad for a weight loss clinic, which you locate by telling people it's beside the best ice cream parlour in the city.

"Stop. Fucking. Breathing. Right. Fucking. Now. Mother fucking twat shitter"

I love how sarcastic a good majority of these are.

Yeah I know. I wonder how much of that was following a trend and how much that really is common about how we degrade people in our heads.

"Now I'm going to put my away MASSAGE? off, and you're going to IM me, because you're totally over the breakup. Ah - surprise! Hello IM."

I've been described as being in a constant state of sarcasm.

you're fat. please put some clothes on. fatty.

cut your fucking hair.

invest in contacts.

you're a psycho ass cunty bitch-whore. just to let you know.

i'm surprisingly critical about people's appearences, despite how i go out in public most of the time. it's a good thing i do't say these things because i really don't care that much and i would feel horrible if i did say them out loud. except for the cunty bitch whore one.

"You <i>smell.</i> You're stinking up my entire work area. Now, I know this is probably because you habitually smoke methamphetamine and therefore your life is, sometimes literally, <i>shit-covered,</i> but it's really not that hard to shower just once--<i>once</i>--a day, you Goddamn tweaker. Now fill these forms the fuck out and bring them back to me. If you have questions, learn to read."

"You're wearing a tube top, you've been tanning, and you're pregnant? I guess if the cancer box you fake-baked in didn't cook your baby I should be surprised you actually fit inside the bed!"