another stupid customer...
Topic: Work Rants

Mark it BITCH!
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: two my thumbs...fucking 'tard HR btich...grrrr.
Topic: Work Rants

Well let’s see how long my balder holds up *under breath* fuckin’ tea.

Okies, so everyone knows I’m leaving the 9th gate (well technically the 10th gate..damn temporary displacement!) of corporate Bull shit Hell in three days, right..good we’re all on the same page. Now on to the rant:

*breathe* Okay, I have been very tolerant with Human Resource, dare I say extremely overly patient. So, I’m justified in bein’ pissed, nes pas? *finds an open window and pops her head out* I WANT MY fuckin’ SAMSUNG TEST BACK! *pops back in* I don’t feel better…grrrr.

Do you remember that test I had to do on Samsung history..humm..I dunno about EIGHT months ago, yeah, that one. It’s STILL not marked and I’m leaving in three days. I’m sure you’ll all thinking “but heather why do you care so much?” well, kiddies, there is this thing call MONEY. I like it and if I get an 80% on the test I get a hundred bucks worth of it. So, I’m a little annoyed when HR bitches don’t reply to me E-mail inquires.

I hate calling other women bitches but when I continue to harass you about something you’re supposed to have done 8 months ago and you completely ignore me..well, if you’re not a bitch then what the fuck are you…lazy, ckeck! Inconsiderate, double check! Horribly unorganized. Triple check. (Voice of Reason: Over-worked, maybe?) HEY HEY! This is a rant, no “reasoning” here…compassionate and understanding are emotions for Outside Heather with her sunny disposition, not blog Moku of hate!

Moving on, god, I get side tracked so easily…no wait…damn tea…be right back.

*sigh* pissing actually calmed me down.

Okies, here is the low down:

WAYY back when, about eight month ago, there was this temp girl working in HR. She was the one who collected the test. But a few weeks in to my purgatory sentence here at Samsung she up and disappeared over the weekend. Now, I also hate speaking ill of the “presumed” missing or dead but this chick was a bitch. No substitute; she was a plain old B*I*C*T*H! She’d give me these looks all the time when I was just sitting’ minding my own beeswax. I NEVER even tried to talk to her, I know when I get those looks…one of those “god, I have to put up with you” looks accompanied with that “I don’t like you” vibe. Heather steers clear of that messed up shit. Anyways, one Monday I came to work and everyone was like “WFT? Where is so-and-so” Like I gave a shit I joined in but never got an answer, that bitch just up and vanished…now presumed in my over-active imagination as dismembered in a box 50 feet under the ground. (INNER HEATHER: God! You’re morbid.)



I waiting quite a while after the Temp Girl went “missing” before I E-mail the HR bitch (Moku’s PR agent: She mean bitch as a substitute for woman and not as a derogatory term for someone who can’t mark a simple fucking test!) when I was fed up with playing the waiting game.

Apparently, my test was just sitting there in the temp girl’s old test all this time (I told you that cleaning lady is good for nothing!) The HR bitch gives me this story that she had no idea the test weren’t marked and she’ll get to them when she gets to them. Oh, okay, so I just sit on that “thanks for nothing” promise like a good girl. *goes back to playing with her thumbs*

Flash forward to a month ago, when I again was thinking “maybe she just forgot” (INNER HEATHER: ahh, so young and naive) Well, I now know it’s more like “I just don’t’ give a shit” (INNER HEATHER: oh, they grow up so fast *wipe tear*) I was really polite in my E-mail too! Seriously, it was all bull crap and “thank you for your time” shit – none of which I meant but isn’t there a saying about catching bees with honey…whatever, doesn’t matter since that bitch didn’t appreciate my butt-kissing “did you mark my fuckin’ test yet!” BS ‘cause I STILL don’t have that test in my possession.

I should have mentioned early that the money isn’t real money it’s Samsung money therefore I can only use it for Samsung product. Not at a store -- no that would make sense *rolls eyes – no, to use through our distrusting center. So, I need my test marked AND I need time to make an order though this center and have it shipped here. FUCK FUCK FUCK! I’m about ten seconds from saying FUCK IT! Damn this cheap nature of mine! I wish I had laser beams for eyes GOD I want that so bad…she walks by my desk all the time! I could give her a good ZAP!

God damn it! Where was I…right! She replied back that she was busy, blah blah and will get to when she gets to. PAAAALLLEEAASSEE! What does it take 20 years to mark a test! Just give me a passing grade and this shit would be over with! Ironically I over-heard her talking to another co-worker saying that busy or not, you have a job to do and people shouldn’t complain. OH! Really…good work, pass that enlighten advice on ‘cause you’re doing DICK all with it.

Flash forward one more time to Monday of this week, my last week. I had given my two weeks notice (CCed it to her bitch ass too, I might add) but I thought I’d REMIND her that I’m leaving in five days so could she please put a little priority on my test. And what happened next kiddies…ZIPPO! It’s Wednesday and that ‘tard hasn’t even given me the slightest bit of concern. She passes by me and I smile and she FAKE smiles back (god! If only I had laser eyes!) I have thought about pullin’ her over but really I could care less at this point…I don’t wanna hear another “I’ll get to it when I get it” crap. ‘cause then I’ll have two choices: play nice-nice and say something stupid like “great, I’ll just wait here like a good girl sitting on my fuckin’ hands like a douche!” or get laser eyes implanted and be honest -- “what FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!” *zap! Blood curdling scream* muhahaha (INNER HEATHER: God, you are morbid).

Moku out.

Now, Someone's not going to pass their citizenship :P

Jesus this is a long one, eh!
Every notice you don’t seem to by aware to life’s little “hey fucker, you should be paying attention to this” until you’re washing off all the excess foreshadows about 30 seconds after-the-fact. I've been smackin' my common sense for awhile now and I think we've come to an agreement...no more Rant balls. You know, first everything is a mild annoyance but continues to pack on the "oh, no she didn't" making them pet peeves 'cause you didn't think it was "that big a deal" until you want to kill someone (whether you'll get away with it or not. Well, here's my rant ball -- I got a fucktard for an driving instructor

Lesson number one!

I got a call about 12ish on Saturday from Mrs. drivin’ Instructor asking where festoon place was – okay, Instructor doesn’t know the streets in Brampton --I take this as a GOOD sign things will go well. I told her and three minutes later she was waiting in my driveway.

Now, I paid my $185 to get in-car instruction wayyy back when I first signed up with Ultimate Drivers, now you’d think that would be written down some where right? WRONG! Two second in the car with Mrs. Driving Instructor (now abbreviated to Ms. DI) I get “Cheque Please” Which I would have respected -- ‘cause I can understand the “get money first before names, hellos, and general light conversation” – if she wasn’t such a fucktard. I reply, “I already paid” and here folks is the award winning rebuttal from Ms. DI “oh, are you sure” *looks to the left, then to the right* ah, yeah I’m sure, as in I gave the nice man at the counter a debit card two months ago and clicked “ok” to $375 smackers. And since I have this pretty yellow paper right here saying I paid, a receipt from your BOSS, and my bank account is $375 in the hole, I’ll assume the transact was successful. It’s nice to know the lines of commutation between employees is wide open at Ultimate Drivers *rolls eyes*

Now I had never driven before so being all self-preserving I told her that thinking she would value her life as well and not expect too much outta me. *smacks head on desk* Ms.DI just didn’t give a fuck – apparently she wants to die – and she piss-poshed my confession away with a “yeah, I know” The actual conversation when a little like this:

Me: You know I’ve never driven before.
Ms. DI: Yeah, I know
Me: I mean, I’ve never driven, ever
Ms.DI: I know
Me: I don’t even know how to turn on the car
Ms. DI:I know.
Me: *blank stare* okkkaayyy.

At that point she had me back out of the driveway (yeah I got to go in reverse my very first time driving!) I always thought you learned to crawl then walk but Ms. DI set my straight on that one. *grin* So, now I’m driving; I tried to go slow but Ms. DI wasn’t having any of that self-preservation crap, nope, I had to match the speed of the other cars – fuck if she cared that the other drivers were SPEEDING! So, I’m now speeding on a major road that is busy as hell ‘cause Stitches is having a 50% off sale; and do you wanna know WHY, kiddies? Not for the experience, nope! I’m risking causing a major accident from complete lack of knowing what the fuck I’m doing (while speeding) because fucking “Can’t teach for shit” instructor needed to give a paper to her boss at Ultimate Drivers. Wait a flippin’ minutes here lady! You’re on MY time! And on my time there will be no death-trap driving on Queen St. NOPE NOPE NOPE! No hitting two birds with one stone on my time, honey!

It was at this point I decided I officially do not like driving!

Lesson Two (and three…stupid bitch likes to hit those birds *sigh*)

I did indeed decided the last week that I hated driving but (for some reason) I didn’t clue in to Ms. DI being the cause. I actually thought she was just preachy-keen UNTIL lesson two and three -- which she slapped together without really asking me. She just told me, “we’ll do two lessons today ‘cause I have no others booked” okkkkayy, sure –

SIDENOTE: Jeanie didn’t drive me home on Friday so I had to take public transit. While waiting for the 1A bus something flew up in to my left eye. I tried to blink it out but it made it worst. So, me being an idiot rubbed my eyes raw for about 4 hours before I got home (I went to the mall). It was there that I realized I looked like a drug addict. My eye was KILLin’ me! I couldn’t even watch TV so I just went to bed at 9:30.

Back on track…

So, my eye was hurtin’ like a son of a bitch but I thought what the hell, Theresa isn’t coming over why not drive around in a big metal machine! I actually contemplated telling her I didn’t feel up to driving but really I wasn’t about to argue and start another “I know” conversation circle. She really didn’t seem to care that she was in serious danger the last time so *shrug*

Anyways, after an hour of driving around making a few “whoops! My bad” moves ‘cause of my failing vision in my left eye and the blurriness of the right from a growing headache – really, I should have said something, whatta think? – Ms. DI gets on the Cellphone. I should have mentioned this before but this chick is ALWAYS on the phone. Who is she talking to, fuck I should know I don’t speak what ever Indian language she speaks. Another thing I should point out when you’re learning to drive and you have a headache from a possibly blind left eye DON’T listen to Indian music – not the time or place, Ms. DI, now TURN IT off!! (NOTE: I had to listen to that for the whole two hours *groan*) Getting back on topic, Ms. DI was on the cell phone talking in whatever language when she noticed a girl didn’t sign some sheet – which, by the way, is Ms. DI’s fault but in her head it's completely this teen’s blunder *rolls eyes* SO now I have to drive to Fortinos so Ms. DI can get this signature or it’s her ass on the line (not mine, thou, but that doesn’t matter -- Moku’s time doesn’t matter, remember…boo *throws stone at Ms. DI* I’ll give you your two birds!)

Okies, I thought Queen St. was bad, no; I was so wrong, so very wrong. Fortinos on a Saturday afternoon is a NIGHTMARE!! But at least she let me go 20m/h for once. I went into the place with her (‘cause I didn’t see the point in waiting like an idiot in the drivers seat while other cars honked at me for the parking space. Long store short, we didn’t find the girl, didn’t get the sheet signed and moku is a bit more traumatized about driving.

Now, back on the roads *sign* When I thought I just couldn’t take anymore, it started snowing. Awww..look at the pretty snow..NO wait! SNOW!! And it wasn’t just snow it was hail, wind and snow! I’m not prepared for this shit! Moku wants to go home! But Ms. DI wants to get paid so that’s outta the question. SO, it’s snowing like a mother and what does Ms.DI want heather to do! Learn left hand turns! OH goodies! The slippery roads will make this go smoothly – minus the fact that my left eyes is throbbing! I’m fine, really. *forced smile*

Edit: OMG how could I forget the clicking noise!! THis chick (Ms. DI of course) made this God-awful distracting as HELL noise with her noise and throat every fuckin' time I make some mistake. Didn't matter is it was a small little "didn't look over your shoulder" or a full on stop in the middle of an intersection. I didn't get an explaination after the first clicking either, nope, once she knew I understood her code language of clickin' she just clicked away and I had to scramble my brian for what the hell I just did wrong 'cause I've never driven before so I have no clue and she not tellin' me...*sigh* I really hate driving. :(

Well, I pulled though it, as I’m still here to whine about it but guess who isn’t here, kiddies! Oh, just guess? RIGHT Mr. DI!! 9:00am sharp, Ultimate Drivers got a call from Heather requesting another in-car teacher. Now, I’m not cruel, I didn’t mention WHY I wanted another one. I just made up some excuse about differing schedules. So, in closing to this VERY long rant BYEBYE Ms. DI, well all miss you..NOT!!!

haha, some people's children
I know you all don't believe me that I get these fucked up FAQs but I do! and now I have a picture to prove it!

Stop Swearing at me Sir

The origins of the Mokulen!!
Topic: My life (outside of work)
Well in light of my resent writer’s block (or my laziness..tomato, Tamoto) I’ve decided to explain the origins of the Mokulen22 nickname.

This is actually a stupid story but...

In the 7th grade (a little over ten years now) I watched an anime called "Please Save me Earth" one of the main Character's name was Shukaido, I thought the name was cool so when I was thinking up a name for my first Yahoo account that year I tried to use it. But alas, it was taken; yahoo give me suggestions for a number to add on and I picked 22. So my first Yahoo account was shukaido22 @ yahoo.com but seeing as I was only 12 and retarded I couldn't remember how to spell shudaido so I rearly used it and the account was closed. A few mouths later I decided to try again using a Please Save my Earth character with an easier name to remember, Mokulen. Of course, Mokulen was already taken so when I had to pick a number to go after I picked the same 22 I had before.

I told you it was a boring story. :P

I have been neglecting my blog duty, bad Moku :P
Mood:  accident prone
Now Playing: with your life! muhahahahah
Topic: Work Rants
A fucking “sorry” would be nice

So, I’m whizzing in the bathroom – damn green tea goes through ya like *snaps fingers* that – everything is horror movie quite and no other human being is in the bathroom. I go to leave when *BANG* something hits the door of my stall like a fucking bomb! I was like “AHHH!HH! “OMG HOLY SHIT!” I actually said this out loud. I opened the door slowly (horror movie style) only to discover no one was there. The Banger had already smashed her (I can only assume—it is the girl’s washroom) way into the next stall FUCK! What is her fucking problem! She made absolutely NO noise coming in but crashes her way into a bathroom stall! Lady, take a chill pill and fucking RELAX! Who bangs a flipping’ door like that unless you really have to go anyways– which she didn’t ‘cause I didn’t hear any pissing or explosive diarrhea!

And you know what else, I didn’t get a “sorry for scaring the crap outta ya” or “oh, excuse me” Either! Nope! I get BOOM! Then earth shaking smash on the neighboring door that rocks all joining stalls without a word that a human being is even in the bathroom – so moku’s active imagination thinks were under attack from bladder-full aliens! Either way, Moku's ready to high-tail it outta there. No way I was sticking around to confront Ms. Psycho’s, fuck that! I value my life.

Moku out.

And here I thought Gay-no-porn was boring, I was wrong so very wrong?
Topic: My life (outside of work)
I dragged my sick ass to my first day at driving school Saturday morning expecting to be dubbed
“germ-bag” girl but it seems the Brampton’s sick population like to torture them selves 9 o clock on Saturday’s as well with a little driving 101. So I wasn’t blacklisted for the horse coughing and mucus sniffing and that’s where the pluses end, my friends..not that you can call being packed in a tiny room with 10 other fevering bodies breathing in germ infested circulated air a plus..but it’s the only semi-upside experienced at Ultimate Drivers.

I get it! You’re not PC

Hurray for me in getting the “Yeah, I’m cool, I’m just like you…only 30” teacher ‘cause that just made a lame experience even lamer. My instructor was Greg, who liked to say “Sorry, I’m not politically correct” every three sentences when he didn’t even say anything offensive. I mean, if he said “yeah, them niggers” I’d understand but he was like “my neighbor is a bit *takes five minutes to think of a word* “he’s a bit robust” then say, “sorry I should’ve warned you I’m not PC” *rolls eyes* oh, yeah, you’re the next Howard Stern. A mild annoyance but after 100th time I just wanted to scream “I get it you’re not PC, can we move on now!” Of course moving on meant moving on to the lesson, and that was death!

Lesson one: Road Rage

What did heather learn about Road Rage, let me get my notes *gets notes* okay, here we go…I learned, doodle of a cat…two anime “kill me now” drawings and an entire page of flowers. Okies, I fess up I didn’t take down notes, why would I? Everything was summed up in the movie: Road Rage equals bad! The End.

Lesson Two-Four: *shrug*

Beats me 'cause I was half a sleep in a feverish blur. But I was able to pass the test at the end using common sense. When in doubt cirle "all of the above" A guy that isn't cleaver enough to realize he is PC but conintues to say otherwise isn't cleaver enough to think up a trick "all of the above" question.

Driving School Videos

God where do I start with the videos. I suppose with the first one I was forced to endure

Video 1: Road Rage

Fat balding white collar dude, oh, excuse me, that’s not PC, I mean Mr. Fuck does it matter gets into his car. Two seconds into driving something royally pisses him off – this is called Road Rage, by-the-way – and he starts beating his horn and yelling…okies, I see, where their going with this video, Rage in your car is bad *clap clap* I’ve learn my lesson now press stop…oh! There’s more to learn! The Road Rage dude is seriously honking up this idling mini van when out of the blue the guy comes out of his van with a fucking tire iron! Yeah, he just happens to have a tire iron right there in his lap ‘cause you never seen him go to the trunk to get anything and smashes the shit outta Mr. Fuck does it matter’s car! Once and for all proving two road ragers don’t mix. I’m so enlightened.

Video Number Two: The Mullet-con says keep Canada beautiful

This one was about fuel emissions and saving the environment *under breath* damn you Greenpeace. This movie had a host and since he looked like an Ex-con and sporting a mullet we’ll call him Mullet-Con. Now you’d think a short film with a tattooed muscle man teaching me how to conserve gas would be funny as hell but seriously it was just lame and sad, ‘cause you knew Mullet-Con was just doing this to get a lighter sentence on a DUI. I blocked most of this movie out (the mullet was too distracting, sorry) so I really can’t explain what happened other than Mullet-Con seriously recommends what ever the hell he recommends in order to keep Canada beautiful.

Video Number three: Holy Smashing Car Phones Batman!

I think I can learn a lot of the 80s, certain things never change BUT a lot of shit does, like the law. In this video we learn what to do if we come across a car accident. The movie, being all 80s and ignorant, instructs us to help the injured people in the car – say what now? Doesn’t that leave me open to being sued? Oh, no no the film says, you wont get sued *cough* MY ASS! Then they say to call 911 at a near by house or on your Car phone. Car phone? You’re shitten me right, they thought that the car phone would last the test of time enough to mention it in a movie they obviously knew they’d be keeping for a while. And this ladies and Gentlemen is the Driving School heather picked out of the fast amount of school in Brampton. But I did learn one thing from the movie, moaning car crash victims are so funny, their over-acting moaning sounded more like grunting animal sex. Heehee.

Well, that wraps up the movies (I think there was one more but I forgot what it was about) and I didn’t learn diddly.

The Fucktard in my class

The six hours I spend at Ultimate Driver might not have been so horrible, even with the 80s crap driving school flicks and the PC instructor but then you have to factor in the rest of the class, the fucktards: Ages ranging from 15-20 with the maturity level of three. Actually the girls were fine, dumb as a brick but not all together unpleasant (meaning I could ignore them) but the boys *sighs* if only I had the Tire Iron.

Well, I have to cut this short, its 4:15 and I have to edit this and I have some work to finish up before I’m off to another wonderful adventure at Driving School.

Moku out

Gay Porn my ASS!
Mood:  irritated
Topic: My life (outside of work)
Oh my god, this day is going by so slow..or maybe ‘cause I’m knee deep in mucus, fucking cold. Anyways, on with today’s post!

The Yaoi movie that made heather go, WTF?

So, yesterday I decided my sick ass needed some entertainment before I passed out for the night so I thought, why not watch the Yaoi (boy//boy relationship) movie I downloaded a few days earlier. The movie’s title was Boku wa Kono Mama Kaeranai, meaning Our Road of No return, yeah it’s a retarded title, I can only assume the relevance is loss in translation ‘cause that title means dick even after watching the movie. Now I’m sure you’ll all disgusted with heather’s exploits into the unknown territory of gay loving but when it’s a toss between Friends re-runs and gay loving, sorry Jennifer Anderson but I’m opting for the fudge-packers.

Two seconds into the film I get a neon warning cautioning me that gay porn is a coming! Say what now?!! I should point out (before you all start avoiding me) that this was not porn, at least I wasn’t aware that I downloaded porn. It was suggested that it a “love story” Big neon warning sign two seconds into a film make you think you’re two seconds away from gang-banging action. So, Now, I was expecting “some” serious sexual activity, not some dry humping action with a nipple here and there, I was expecting penises flying in every direction pornography! Not that I was looking to get excited over a cartoon soft-core prono but I wanted something, you know, now that they got my mind in the gutter with that warning. But sadly that is not what moku got..boo. Basically, I could have gotten more action from watching simulated sex scenes on prime time television hearing the humping noises and mentally picturing the two main characters doing the horizontal tango.

Now, I read the synopsis, there was supposed to be a plot, I repeat I was promised a fucking plot! Now I know I had a fever but trust me I was coherent enough to turn my computer on I’m coherent enough to detect a plot, which this movie DID NOT have. Fucking synopsis is a lying sack of herpes, it is. Of course it took watching all 45 minutes of it to realize it had no plot, so I’ll have to break it down for you, ‘cause you need to realize how much I regret wasting forth-five minutes of my life on this non-porn boredom of a movie.

Okies, so after the “Gay Porn's a Coming” warning it flips to a chick, yeah a chick! The first screen in this supposed gay porn is a chick, oh the irony. We see her run off towards the main character, Ritsurou, or gay boy number one, who is a complete closet homo. What! Gay boys got a girlfriend! WFT? After a torturingly long talk between the two you realize the girlfriend is lonely ‘cause she ain't getting the love from Closet Gay Boy 1 (surprise, surprise, wake up and smell the Barbara Streisand records, you fucktard!). Next screen lonely clueless girlfriend is trying to call her gay boyfriend from a payphone on the street (why she’s on the street using a payphone and not her own home phone is never explained…maybe the clueless bitch is homeless.) Anyways, out of no where Ken, Gay boy number two, enters the story leaning on a building looking all smexy. So, of course, lonely girlfriend and gay boy # 2 do the nasty BUT you only hear about it. Yeah, while Ken is getting it on with the girlfriend we get to see dramatic scenery NOT tits, asses, or any sexual activity! NOPE! Its cherry blossom and different angles of angsty Closet gay boy 1 walking arround town oblivious to the major fucking we’re not allow to see.

Closet homo finds out the gay boy two slept with his girlfriend. How? that’s never explained either, he’s just flippin’ physic *rolls eyes* So, closet homo tries to beat the shit out of his bud, yeah, apparently their best friends! Oh burn! But I stopped feeling sorry for closet gay after he had a another long boring convo with his girlfriend saying how he wasn’t pissed at her ‘cause gay boy # 2 always steals his girlfriends…ah wait a minute here, he steals all your girls and you’re still friends? You’re both obvious homosexuals who want to jump each other’s bones but your fighting over a girl *rubs head* this movie makes my head hurt!

Moving on, during the fight Gay boy 2 kisses Closet homo, which of course our sexually confused closet homo enjoys but runs off like a little bitch ‘cause “he’s not gay!” blah blah, right, you’re complete hetro…*pff*

Flash forward with a few more cherry tree screens and head shots of the retardedly lame love triangle and Closet homo is still with Clueless retard, apparently they worked things out, and they’re trying to have sex as Closet homo needs to prove to himself he’s a straight man. At this point half the movie is over and I haven’t seen one naughty body part, god damn it! So, I’m like OH YEAH baby! But alas, closet gay just can’t go through with it…having sex with a willing young girl is just too hard (god! Why did I continue to watch this movie!).

Well, you can’t perform sexually and you’re feeling down, where do you turn? To Gay boy number two! Closet gay knocks on the door, oh, no answer…wait, the door is open, why don’t I just walk in and proceed to the bed room. Closet gay looks around and what does he find? Just gay boy 2 in the buff all bondaged up! NOW that’s what I’m talking about! Now, Closet gay’s expression SHOULD be priceless right? WRONG! He just walks in calmly picks up the load of cash on the floor and says “I thought you were going to stop this?” WHAT! No mention was EVER made that Gay boy 2 was a man-whore..yeah, you saw a dozen scenes with him walking the streets look all smexy but I thought that’s just the “gay thing” to do. Damn it more missed opportunities to see the male member. Oh and if you thought I saw anything that would justify that “gay porn” warning in the beginning of the film NOPE! Just his ass. For some reason (I can’t remember I wasn’t paying much attention to the movie at this point) the two start fighting, verbally this time. Closet gay stalks off like a little bitch, AGAIN!

Scenery and imagery of time passing that would make a university film major jealous wastes ten more minutes of my life when "3 month later" caption would have worked better and saved the last of my patience with this crap movie.

Flash to boring dialogue between girlfriend and closet gay where we find out – girlfriend must have pulled this info out of her ASS ‘cause no where in the ten minute scenery shots did they show this – that Gay boy 2 is moving to Singapore. Closet gay is like “NO! I have to go make up with him!” and off he runs *smacks head on desk* He is such a little bitch!

Long story short, without any ANY nudity gay boy one and two do the nasty and are now in love. Oh my god! I just didn’t see that happening *rolls eyes* and off they go to tell clueless girlfriend ‘cause apparently she’d like to know right away! But before they can tell her she comes riding up on a bike and sees the two kissing. And what does she do kiddies? She goes riding off like a little bitch! I swear I was chanting “get hit by a bus! Please get hit by a bus!” I hated her so much, clueless fucktard.

So, following the structure of this movie, something dramatic happens must be followed by pointless scenery indicating passing of time.

First day of the new school year (what year? who know!), Clueless fucktard has cut her hair to show she's sad (aww..fucking loser)and tells Closet gay that she’s sorry she cheated but she’s happy he knows what it feels like to have his heart broken cause she’s all angsty blah blah, moving on..she runs off like a little fucking bitch for the last time HURRAY! Closet gay walks over to see his class schedule not fazed at all by ditz head’s proclamation and in enters Gay boy number three! Whispering to closet gay that he had fun or whatever with Gay boy 2. Then some imagery for another four minutes, a shot of each character and the movie is officially over! And heather is left thinking WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!

What was the purpose of Gay Boy # 3! He was in for 2.5 seconds, says something that opens a WHOLE can of worms then BOOM movie over! but more importantly where was the PORN! I didn't expect porn since this isn't supposed to be a porno movie but don't flash WARNING WARNING PORN! when the worst we see is a bare ass! We didn't even see the fucktard girlfriends jugs! I saw her half double A bra for a second, what is the PG-13! I'm done, I'm offically done with this movie..I will now forget it.. Laugh and then forget it. 'cause it just isnt worth anymore of my time.

Moku out.

Moku has a fever...boo :(
Now Playing: with ear wax...anyone got a Q-Tip?
Topic: Work Rants
Okies, I know I say I never get sick (which I don’t, thank you) but I seem at the moment to have a fever…yeah, at work.

On the drive over to Samsung Hell I noticed that zooming car were blurrier than normal but didn’t say a damn word because Jeanie would find some way to exploit my weakened condition. Of course after 20 minutes of silence she knew something was up – her hand reached for my head – Damn it! I was in the passenger seat no where to flee, so she planted her hand on my cheek.

Jeanie: “Oh! You’re hot”
Me: “ah, really? I feel fine.haha”
Jeanie: “You have a fever; you should go home at two!”

*raise eye brow* Two? Not now, or see if you feel better and then make the decision, nope! Two, this number just popped in her little head in 2 second flat…humm…a tad suspicious, ne? I think you mean: YOU wants to cut out early and am using MY failing mental capacity to justify YOUR leaving work early…Well, glad I could be your excuse, Jeanie, Always happy to help *rolls eyes* No, I told her I was fine and I’m here at work now making money while little dancing hallucinations prance around blurring my visage and stealing my concentration…damn hallucinations.

God, I can’t believe I can even type…nice to know I can still complete my job requirements while only being able to muster up the brain activity of a grape fruit. But I have the helpful tidbits from co-workers to get me through the day! Prize winning (stolen from every mother-be-Mary Poppins) telling me to “drink water”-- Great plan, I’ll just take my hallucinating ass over to water dispenser and hope I reach there before I pass out – and “go take some medicine” WOW! What a fucking concept…morons, besides medicate only makes you more fucked up. You have to get fucked up before you get better with pills and liquid nastiness; yeah, it doesn’t make sense but it’s flipping worth $8.99 if I had a bed and two days to sleep it off.

Oh, need more water, Yeah I’m taking their advise -- I never said I wasn’t an ungrateful hypocrite *shrug* Fuck I’m tired…oh god it’s only 10:24! If I wasn’t seriously fucking cloudy in the head I’d be able to figure out how long that is from when I get to escape this hell-hole…*actually trying* nope, all I get is “it’s a long time” *sip water* See, I’m coherent…I’m capable just not capable of operating heavy machinery. *re-read sentence* well, that made sense to me…so I doubt it made any sense to you. I have to go pee now (damn all that water).

Moku out.