moanlog – Anonymous moaning

why can't i stop thinking about you?

i keep waiting for you to tell me that I'm not imagining things.

that you feel it, too, this magnetic spark that makes my hair stand on end whenever you're around and makes me just want to touch you, just because my skin feels like it has to.

where are you?

Sorry for taking time out of my day to call you, dickhead. Sorry I fucking cared.

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

people like you make me not want to live in this country

The price of a round in my University bar: £5.80.

Me offering to pay for the drinks only forgetting to remember my PIN number for my credit card: Priceless.

My god damned University has some stupid thing where you are required to enter a PIN number to take books out the library. Well, I seemed to have forgotten all about my credit card PIN after having remembered the library 4 digit number sequence.

Not only did I look like an idiot in front of my friends, I looked like a tramp in front of the cute little bartender.

Fucking women shouldn't put their tounges into your mouth just for the sake of it. Stupid bitches. We have feelings too....fuck im becoming gay!

I don't like being lied to.

I'm a photographer who has 20 weddings to edit, and I have no desire to continue editing them.. I'm sick of looking at fucking wedding dresses. Please, make the color correction go away.

So I wake early and drive for sixty minutes to get to a place which I'm not needed to be at because you didn't listen to the customer correctly.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Now, let me staple your scrotum to your thigh in recourse.