moanlog – Anonymous moaning

They don't have a fucking clue about any of this shit, do they? They sit up in their fancy offices and buy whatever they fucking want without thinking of the logistics. Cunts.

New Years is over man, get over it. Stop posting pictures up or let me know in advance so I can block you or unfriend you or whatever it is.

i wish the laws regarding the brutal, bloody murder of godless, cocksucker paymasters were a little more lax.

I don't like how at the end of a semester, the lecturers give us our exams or final courseworks, then they say “Good luck with the rest of your final year!”. There's something patronising or finalising about it that I just don't like or don't see as appropriate. It's like saying goodbye but in a really lame way. Just don't say anything.

Thanks for that, you give us our marks on our coursework but you don't provide any feedback.

You are unbelievable, you teach nonsense in your lectures, you don't understand any question directed at you, you do not appear for the last lecture before an exam and to top it off, you don't give us any feedback for a coursework that appears to have taken you an entire month to mark (protip: other lecturers can mark the same amount of work in DAYS, WITH feedback).

I hope you at least find happiness with your boyfriend.

screw you. all of you. and screw me for allowing you to rule me so easily. you bastards. and damn me to hell for the weak spine. and damn all of us for being human damn beings.

If you've paid the bill, TELL ME! Wouldn't this be better than letting me ask you once a day for the bill so that I can go and pay it?

I sometimes wonder where I put my pants. I search for it up and down the building, and I think hard and deeply as to where I left them last. Finally, I catch a glimpse of a recent memory that pinpoints the exact geographical coordinates of my pants. After a year of searching, I finally found them.

It's the new year, and you promised us our coursework to be marked and given back to us by early December. You missed your last lecture, the last lecture before our exams, and now you've missed your own deadline for the coursework.

Do you think I am going to recommend your module to anyone who asks me?

I can't help shouting at you. There's something about your whole being that just enrages me. You'll ask me for a cup of tea soon and I will become pissed off like the flip of a switch and bite your head off. Just thinking about you pisses me off. It's a real shame we're related.

If you're going to break up with me, don't immediately start calling me everyday and get bitchy when I don't want to meet up with you. WE'RE BROKEN UP, bitch.

Why do you keep bringing up your ex? The one you've assured me you're NOT in love with. Every other sentence is about her. WTF? If I weren't in love with you I'd dump your ass with these parting words "Grow a pair and get her back, if she'll take you." I doubt she will, but at least then you'd know how I feel.

What kind of a dopey dickhead are you?

You come into my room, looking for something of mine, going through all my shit, then you CLOSE MY LIGHT and leave my room... I say "what the fuck? I'm working", you reply "so what?", and continue to close the door.

Jesus H. Christ.

Why does my laptop have to make my penis so hot and uncomfortable?! I try putting it on the chair of my arm but don't want to ruin the fine leather on my Eames lounge chair. Goddam it.

So I got a new pair of gym gloves, opened them up and noticed that they were both labeled "L" on the little tag inside. In the 21 years of my existence i've always thought that L on a tag inside something you wear stood for left, so I e-mailed the gym glove people and asked whats up. They gave me some fucking lame ass sarcastic reply to basically say "Yes L stands for left" in a sort of "are you retarded?" manner.

Well Mr Gym Glove Maker, ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED? Why does my right hand fit in a glove labeled as left? Am I deformed or what the fuck?

God.

I'm an immigrant in a foreign land. I hate my parents' culture, and I hate our food. It tastes like dog faeces and smells even worse. I wish I was British like everyone else.

What kind of a lecturer are you? I mean, seriously. This lecture was the last before the Christmas break and the last chance to raise concerns and questions regarding the exam we have when we return.

Instead of showing up you decide to get "stuck in Spain" like some an idiot who can't plan their journey. You're a lecturer, you have students relying on you to appear. Seriously, you've turned into a fucking joke. You appeared to know the answers to all the problems we had and you were the most professional. Over the the semester you've completely smashed that perception.

I'm paying [indirectly] to get jet off to Mediterranean countries and not show up to the lectures. Nice one.

What's the point in promising students feedback via email?

It's Sunday, I emailed you on Thursday, and our lecture is on Monday. I can't continue or write my report on the work I've done without feedback, so when you said you could give me feedback, I thought it would be great to get lots done in the week before the next lecture.

Thanks.

Stop talking to me on Facebook like we were best friends once upon a time. I only accepted your friend request because I saw you only had 50 odd friends. I still don't know you, I still don't want to know you, and I still don't want to talk to you. Don't re-message me on my wall as if the last one somehow got lost in the world of the Internet.

Why park right next to my house so that I can't reverse my car without the need of a stunt driver? There's parking RIGHT opposite the house you I assume you went into which is designated parking, not parking between two driveways like you are currently doing.