(Monday, September 03, 2007)
getting a copy of the morning english paper is absolutely impossible. i bet you, it's so fucking difficult, killing a dragon and screwing the sexy hot blonde heroin twins needs less effort. i fucking went to the fucking store and the guy pointed at the chinese paper with a puzzled face.
"lu tarak baca cina ka?"
if only i could fight like the legendary ali, i'd fucking kick him on the nuts. twice. or more. so without a waste of time, i discharge the overwhelming need to inflict injury to the puzzled looking indian man and went to the more trusty 7-Eleven to cure my morning withdrawal.
decent looking chap acknowledges me by saying wishing me a good morning. the initial impression is that he looks intelligent and will be able to give me my fucking morning paper. after closer inspection and some degree of rummaging through the fucking shelves, there was nothing! i politely asked him for the morning paper and the previously intelligent looking gentleman is now looking very incompetent. with an unwilling smile, he informed me that it's not in yet.
in my head, i have all the intention to nail him to the wall and shove a shoe into his mouth. damn those fucking convenient store to hell!
if i ever have my own country, whoever that doesn't have morning paper in the store by at least 4 hours before the usual business hour, the policemen should put two bullets into their skulls to ensure no repeat incidents, ever. their suppliers will get the fucking cane until newspaper comes out from their ass, their wives and daughters...well, they'll get what they deserve.
that ought to teach them a lesson.
3:10 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
