Archive for July, 2011

I fucking hate my uncle. In fact, I fucking hate most of my dad’s siblings and their spouses. They all fucking think I’m neglecting my father. What else do you want me to do? I fucking feed him even when he can feed himself. I let him use his walker even if he can walk without it. I chop his food up in little pieces even if he can do it himself. And the worst part is, I do it just because you motherfuckers told me to do it. And then you fucking tell me that I’m being an enabler?!

I manage his medications. I check his blood pressure. I make him do exercises daily. I hang out with him and watch movies with him every fucking day after work even if my head hurts and you tell me I’m not spending enough time with him? Why don’t you motherfuckers let him play your game with you then?! Why is he sitting in the corner watching you guys play mahjong when you all know he wants to play too?!

Look at you motherfuckers in your high fucking horses. I fucking hate every single one of you. Fuck you all. If I was evil I’ll call the cops on you motherfuckers for gambling.

FUCK YOU ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!

I recently watched Ninja on netflix. I was initially looking for an action movie involving martial arts and sword fights and I thought maybe Ninja Assassin might be nice so I did a search. Unfortunately, Ninja Assassin wasn’t available for streaming, and I didn’t have the dvd option so too bad. Anyways, I was looking at the related movies and found Ninja, with a really cool-looking poster. So, I went on and clicked to watch it.

I was in for a huge surprise…

I should have known that it would suck the moment I saw the opening in a dojo and the low-quality of the video despite the fact that it was just released last year or so, but since it had a really good poster, I thought maybe I should just keep watching.

To my eternal shame, I finished watching it, because I held on to the idea that maybe it will turn out to be nice eventually.

There were so many things wrong with that movie that I should really have stopped. Whoever funded that movie regretted spending money on it for sure. It was the lousiest movie I have ever seen in my life. Here’s a piece of advice:

FOR THE LOVE OF WHATEVER GOD YOU WORSHIP IF ANY, DON’T EVER WASTE YOUR LIFE WATCHING IT!

If you haven’t noticed, I didn’t use any cuss or swear words. I’m just doing a little experiment right now but fear not, we’ll go back to the F’s, the MF’s, and the S’s that you love so much soon okay?

Until then, keep J-ing off M-effer!

I was looking through Facebook a few minutes ago when I saw a very interesting post from my cousin saying:

“the fact that I can have my phone text for me as I talk to it is really gonna make me lazy.”

My fucking head just got blown off. She was using speech-to-text, which for the benefit of total imbeciles out there who don’t understand the obvious meaning of speech-to-text, means that the stuff you say will automatically be typed into the thing. If you still don’t understand that please just go jack off somewhere because you don’t deserve to have a brain.

Okay, back to the topic.

Let me get this straight:

So you’re gonna speak. Then the words you spoke would be made into text. And then, the text will be sent as a text message right?

Isn’t that like uhm…wait…A FUCKING WASTE OF FUCKING TIME!

If you’re gonna fucking talk and then send it as a text message, why don’t you just fucking call?!

Too lazy to dial numbers? Use some freaking speed dialing or voice dialing or something!

Something is really wrong with this damn world…Useless apps making humans more useless than they already are…

I’m disappointed. Two days after launching this blog I got more than 70 views in one day. Yesterday I got 5. The day before that, I got 0. Yes, fucking zero. What the fuck is wrong with you people?! First you fucking read my fucking fuck ups and now you don’t fucking care about the fuck I’m fucking about?! Fuck it!

Anyways enough fucking.I know I was upset before about my posts here getting more views than my other, more useful blog, but now that I’m getting almost no viewers here I’m seriously getting frustrated.

Another thing is that since I got to release my anger here, I’ve been mellow so I haven’t really got anything to post about. Plus, one of my biggest stressors; the bitch who made my job hell hasn’t been speaking to me lately so I’m really really happy. I hope all goes well and I hope she shuts up forever.

Okay that’s all I have to say for now.

YOU CAN JACK OFF NOW MOTHERFUCKER.

Yesterday I did something that I very rarely do: I burst out in my anger and told my coworker to shut the fuck up. Yes, I yelled at her to fucking shut up, in front of the patients. It was liberating really. Why am I not fired? Simple: The douche bag I’m working for is my stingy aunt’s husband. Yes, I work with my family. It normally sucks as you can tell, but sometimes it really has its perks. I can tell a cock-sucking bitch to shut the fuck up in front of everyone and just get a little talk with the bosses. I mean I got reprimanded, but it was so worth it.

I know it’s not really in this blog’s style, but today is a day of fucking days. I guess she got upset and decided to actually shut up. Seriously, she gave all the paperwork to me and didn’t help me out one bit. I got lightly yelled at by the higher ups. I got a bit more tired than I should be, but the thing is I was fucking stress-free!

Imagine every single day of your working life having someone telling you that you’re doing it the fucking wrong or lazy way. Imagine someone telling you that she could fucking do what you do much faster than you. Imagine someone telling you how better they are than you all day. Got a picture?

Now imagine all that happening at least six hours a day every weekday for nine months and that you endure all of it quietly. You don’t react, you don’t complain. You just sit there and pretend that you don’t hear a thing, that you don’t feel anything. Now imagine all that anger bottled up going out in one loud burst of “shut up!” and the the next day nobody talks to you anymore. Isn’t it liberating? I feel so fucking good!

This is my message to you little gourdita if you ever get to read this in your lifetime:

PLEASE DON’T EVER FUCKING TALK TO ME AGAIN!

I feel so happy. I hope she doesn’t change her mind and go back to talking. I just love the silent treatment so please keep it coming!

This post was written at lunch today.

I fucking hate lunch here at the office. Sure we get free great food, which is good but the fucking thing is, nobody lets me eat in fucking peace. I just sit here and eat and these motherfuckers decide to pick on me.

What,are you fucking telling me that we’re not getting patients because i’m here? Why don’t we fucking take a vote and see who the patients love?

What,you’re telling me that you can do the job faster when I wasn’t here?if you can then why am i doing your job for you then? These motherfuckers talk about me like they don’t fucking need me.

If you’re reading this right now, here’s my message for you:

If you really think it’s my fault that this clinic isn’t getting more money than it should be, then why don’t you fire my ass and look for someone you can pay 7 fucking bucks an hour to take in your patients, clean your room, clean the clinic, fix broken equipment, answer calls, fill out your papers?

Seriously I’d love to see you fuckers try. But you can’t can you? Why? Because you know you can never find anyone else who would do my job for the money you pay me. You’re all inconsiderate motherfuckers and I’m just fucking too needy to quit. You’re the fucking lucky ones, not me.

And great, now they’re getting upset because I’m here writing this and not listening to their crap.

Seriously, IT’S FUCKING LUNCH BREAK!

I fucking hate this job. I fucking hate these people. But most especially, I hate myself for being too poor and in so much need that I have to put up with these motherfuckers.

This goes out to all the people I’m eating with right now:

FUCK YOU ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!

I did say before that I work at a doctor’s office right? No, this isn’t about my favorite coworker. Surprisingly we were “good friends” today. Maybe she got laid yesterday so she was in a very good mood. This one is about a patient we had today.

Anyways, this patient had speech impairment and paraplegia.

We were there, quietly working when suddenly, the following words came out:

“I LIKE TO GET ROUGH!”

“GIVE ME BIG BOOBS!”

“I DID FOREPLAY!”

It was fucking hilarious. I mean imagine some speech-impaired, paraplegic kid suddenly yelling out those words and breaking the silence. I admit I fought so god damn hard just to keep myself from laughing.

But then it hit me…

WHO FUCKING TAUGHT THIS FUCKING KID TO SAY THOSE FUCKING WORDS?!

I mean I would expect “daddy” or something but fucking “I did foreplay!”?!

It’s a fucking outrage and I fucking hate myself for finding it funny the first time! Again:

WHO FUCKING TAUGHT THIS FUCKING KID TO SAY THOSE FUCKING WORDS?!

Whoever you fucking people are, FUCK YOU AND PLEASE HOPE THAT I NEVER FIND OUT IT WAS FUCKING YOU!

Some motherfuckers just think it’s fun to mess with a fucking disabled kid. I know that the kid attends school, and I don’t think that it’s the parents, which leads me to conclude that it’s those fucking school boys.

This goes out to the people who taught the kid those words:

YOU DON’T FUCKING DESERVE TO LIVE MOTHERFUCKERS!