Freezer was full, nothing in the fridge… Grounds for making me homeless, are you FUCKING SERIOUS?
Discovered my German Kar98k Rifle is actually a Mauser made in China after the Sino-Japanese war. Made at the 21st Arsenal. In addition I di…scovered that it’s dating of ‘37’ is the year it was made - The Chinese at the time used the gregarian calander. The rule of thumb is to add 11 years. My rifle was made in 1948. AFTER the war.
Next on the ‘FML’ was my new bayonet which only after getting home I have discovered that the sheeth was made by Berg & Co 1938 (Serial: 7235) whilst the blade is made by Elite Diamant K98 1938 (Serial: 8906)
TL;DR - Fucking read what you are purchasing and don’t get bedazzeled. I’ve now got to start everything all over again. From scratch.
A Vancouver charity, RainCity Housing, is converting city benches into pop-up shelters for homeless people. And by giving homeless people in this rainy city some dry coverage and a place to rest, RainCity is putting London’s anti-homeless spikes to shame.
Note to self: There is a very angry man who doesn’t like people putting their feet on seats.
Within 10 seconds of sitting down, just yells at me, I inform him there is no reason to be so angry. Only for him to yell at the top of his voice ‘DO YOU ENJOY PUTTING YOUR DOG SHIT ON SEATS? LOOK AT YOU PUTTING YOUR FEET ALL FUCKING OVER ME, DO YOU THINK I’M A CUSHION?!’ I’m like, when did I ever say that.
He demands I say what stop i’m getting off at. I reply ‘I’m not going to tell you that am I?’
Then informs me and everyone in the vicinity ‘Pigs come in all shapes and sizes these days’
He then gets up, but not before elbowing me square in the jaw.
—- Time Passes —-
I realise he’s now waiting for me to get off the bus. Psycho. So I test the waters and go to get off at the glades, sure enough he gets up. Leans over and whispers:
'If I can't do it on the bus, i'll do it off the bus!'
I just reply, ‘I’m not even getting off here…’
His rebuttal ‘Yeah you don’t want to you fucking cunt!’ Then does that *I’m watching you* things with his hands/eyes as he gets off the bus.
So I just wave as the bus pulls off.
I only wanted to go to work ;_;
me when someone tries to flirt with me
I genuinely like your son. I don’t know if you can see this and to be honest I don’t care. I really like him. He’s a good friend to me and he really helps to fill a void which to be honest, I think I need right about now.
You’re actually ruining my life you ignorant selfish pigs. You don’t know anything about me and yet you’re compelled to cause issues in me seeing my friend and for what? You have a hunch? You want to protect him? What?
Jordan is old enough to know what he’s doing and I think its about time you back the fuck off and let your ‘son’ actually live his life how he wants.
If that’s with or without me in it, it’s down to him. Not you.
Fucking shit day, where I don’t even know why but I just feel like either killing someone or crying or the damn both.
Just I get up and come to work and the hairdresser cuts my hair so shit I have a comb over, which even he made comments how thin my hair is. So I’ve had the piss took out of me all day. Then you bail on me and then so does jordan, but he doesn’t even tell me, he tells Laura. Apparently he was ‘caught’ leaving the house and his mum and dad kept him in. He’s old enough to make his own decisions. I just want to see him.
Then to add to the misery Jason STILL hasn’t paid me to he point its not a joke anymore, I want to buy shit. And I’m missing on deals because of it. Someone makes me jump whilst I’m trying to do model details and then others laugh at me. And to top it off I’m all excited about playing this Cthulhu board game and someone else took my spot. I just wanna go home.
Wow, i’ve searched for ages for those posts you sent to my Boss, I can’t even find them! That’s some seriously good digging you did there guys.
You know who you are.
I find it odd that you’re so willing to delve into my personal life and make your own accusations about the things I’ve said and written here without first talking to me. Where did the decency and level of maturity go?
Seriously, you’re so wrapped up in this odd form of espionage and trying to break through whatever enigma you see me as when instead you could come and talk to me straight up. As you may have guessed by this blog, I am a pretty open book and as such please for the love of god, if you have a question or queries, ask me directly and do not just sit there creating some warped form of delusion about me.
I’m not sure what you see me as but I assure you, whatever you’ve formed inside your head, it’s probably incorrect, and as such I’d love to have the chance to correct you.