Bitch post.

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Start hell singing: Death Cab For Cutie - Underwater

I told myself I won't resort to THIS amount of bitching. But yeah, I'm pissed. Oh and Joyce, I'm waiting for a loud "Shut Up" right now.

Geez. Honestly Dutch Lady, if you have some kind of bizarre vendetta against our class choir then by all means get your arse on stage and sing solo, we fudgecaking dare you. You sit in the middle, watch us sing with that godawful, disgustedly repulsing expression on and pass worthless comments, act all prissy and you STILL manage to throw a tantrum at us? We get it, okay? We suck. We don't coordinate, we're not together but I guess if I'd have to pick one thing, I'd say alltogether, we think you're annoying. And that ridunkulous Hungarian/NZ/SPARKLE-IN-MY-VOICEBOX accent does more help than damage. So there, get your stupid act together or screw off.
Stupid Dutch Lady's sour milk.

Pssshh.

Where am I even supposed to begin? Maybe the word hypofudgecakingcrite will help. Get off my case, okay? You're generally a completely unlikable person, possibly even the only person who actually proved that first impressions do last to me. So no, you don't have a right to choose at all and you most certainly do not have any, and I mean ANY say on anyone to me.
Did you ever stop to think why the table's always empty?
Bitch.

And if that's not enough, someone's social life is crumbling down to the depths of Hades and pretty soon, even Hades's gonna kick it to Cerberus or something. Get a grip, possibly on your head since it keeps on inflating and inflating.
Get you head down here, you balloon.

Great, I feel mean.I'm just angry, yeah? I wish I didn't care so much and I really, really wish that I could just be oblivious but when it keeps on slamming you on the face really hard, naturally, you get angry and vent. Be it 5 hours of gaming, or flaming blogposts or bitching, I vent. So stfu and gtfo if you can't stand it.