If you were here, I'd punch you in the face.
I'm fucking sick again. Really sick. What is the fucking deal? I am mega pissed off. I want to bash the shit out of something, just pulverise it into nothingness. Fuck this, Im going to brush to my teeth.
posted by Ian at 11:19 a.m.
7 Comments:
Crap, there's a lot to do as well. Sponsership and trade shows are dead easy, though. Advertising looks like a huge area... I might advise doing SOSTAC instead. Lesser of two evils.
Direct Marketing ain't difficult but it's long.
Integrated marketing ain't long or difficult just uneventful.
Yea... fuck... I'm so ringing you after din din.
My mind is a lake, clear and unmoved. A kid drops a rock from the height of a tall tree and the water is disturbed. Ripples flush out from the impact point, each one bigger than the last, more distracting than the last. The ecosystem of the lake, fish and plants, are confused by this for the rest of the day until night falls and they forget the kid and his indescretion.
My mind is returned to normal, but this act has changed it permanently. From now on, it is no good.
What?? That was funny Rob ;)
Just fence the shit out of your exams, Ian. Cut those motherfuckers in the nose.
I've forgetten what it was about. Something to do with studying too much, I think.
Jesus, I'm posting stories in the comment boxes now.
Take your shrot sword and fucking chop that motherfucking shit exam to smithereens so it's own mother wouldn't even recognize it. Then come bash the shit out of my boss. He's a fucker. Then while you're at it you and me and go bash the fuck out of Jessie's stupid coworkers. Let's do George Bush while we're on a rampage cuz I hate the shit faced cocksucker as well.
After all that ultra violence we'll go at it like blood thirsty rabbits
Hear, hear!!
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