okay i cannot concentrate on my work. someone once taught me that if you have something bothering you, write it down, keep it safely away, then your problems are no longer with you and you can work with a clear mind. so i'm keeping this here.

i love you, but im gonna slap you with used toilet paper and make soup with your balls to feed the homeless. i hope your private parts drops and is eaten by hungry crows. my wrinkled left nostril has more sense than you.

thank you very much goodbye.

on another note, someone actually offered me grapes. i declined, but the thought is very much appreciated anyway :) thanks.