i got called a cheeky bitch at work

...by my manager. Because I called him fat.

Why? Well, he isn't fat but put it this way, he is chubby. And probably the worst manager I have ever encountered yet in my working life.

If you think this post is dedicated to my manager, think again. I'm off work and I don't want to write anymore bullshit. That's right, I get paid to write bullshit for a global media company. In other words, I am a professional bullshitter.

You know what, I need me more inspiration to continue with my blog. Ever since I've started working, its as if Life had flushed itself down the toilet. Yes, dear readers, I have no life.

FML!

And since I am currently using a dongle until my housemate gets an internet account set up, I have to be very careful when using my internet. It can actually make you sleep on the streets - it eats up money faster than you can say "I have a lingerie addiction and buy La Senza all the time, but at the moment, I am obsessed about Intimissimi".

So... for all of you out there who do not know what a dongle is, unfortunately, I can't show you any images. Because to look it up, save it and then upload it here would take up more megabytes than I am willing to let go off. Yes, I am desperately clinging to it for dear smooth-bowel-movement life with this mansion of an internet I have.

A dongle is not what you think it is... it is not exactly a dongle. Now, don't pretend you don't imagine a big fat dick in your head.

It is mobile broadband in the form of a USB stick. It provides me with internet, an extremely satisfying experience everytime I use it (and I do use it every night at least once, for fuck's sake). And I have been without this necessacity for 12 million light years. Gawd, how am I still alive?

Guess what, if you have read what I've typed up to this point - congratulations. You've just saturated your brain with utter bullshit of my lifeless life.

Awesome. Now run off and get me some nasi lemak.