If there's one thing I cant stand.....

It's feeling like I'm hitting my head against a brick wall.

I don't like this game. You keep changing the rules. And it's never my turn.

FYI: I'm about to take my ball and go home.







I'm very frustrated. I don't like frustration. It's like dog shit - you step in it and no matter how much you poke at it with a stick, it never completely goes away. There aren't that many things in this life that I know for a fact. One of those I do, however, is the fact that I fucking kick arse when I decide I want something. I'm a tenacious little bitch when I see something I want, and I have the confidence and the balls to go after it, and significantly more often than not, I also have the capacity to get it. Perhaps that's because I know my limits as well as my capabilities. Who knows? So it is enormously frustrating to me when I am denied my birthright such as I am right now.

There is a bright shiny rock that I have my eye on. Actually, it's not quite so shiny any more, as I have been eye-ing it off for quite some time now. 3 years in fact. And yes, it has dulled somewhat over time, but I know that with a quick dust-off once it is in my hot little hands it will be back to it's rightful glory. Now this pretty little rock has a rather large price tag attached, as all valuable items do. And for years now I have been working my fat arse off trying to pay for it. Every time I think I've saved up enough, I go to the store with my enormous wad of cash, only to discover that while I was hard at work, some sneaky little shit has come along and raised the price.

All my friends have shiny rocks. They spend many a happy hour at home polishing their rocks, admiring their rocks, talking about their rocks, some of them even do naughty bedroom things with their rocks. A few of them even call me and ask about my plans for getting my own rock. Everybody likes rocks. Everybody has rocks. Everybody except me.

I deserve my rock. I've worked hard for it. I've waited for it. I've spent alot of time learning how to look after my rock, and am fully committed to keeping my rock at it's shiniest. I'm not afraid of the work involved. I know I'm ready for rock ownership. I dream about my rock. I masturbate to the thought of my rock for fucks sake!

I WANT MY SHINY ROCK!!!!!!

Ive worked hard. I've scrimped and saved. I've earned the price of my rock 20 times over. I'm going to the store one last time, with my pockets full. Either I have enough to buy it now, or I'm going to buy a cheap knock -off from Hong Kong and be done with it.

All I can say is that they better have some kick-arse bag to take it home in.