Wrath

I have one hell of a bad temper.
Temper but justified temper nonetheless.
Fucking hell. Mail tell you all 9.30 come. In the end, come at 10+
Then things cock up, come say "why you do this, why you do that"
Worse is come and bin chao chao at me.

Don't you just enjoy The Apprentice, where you're Donald Trump and you can just go "You're Fucking Fired"

This blog is starting to become a focal point of frustration ventiliation all over again.
Indifference Hansel. Indifference. You're forgetting the magic word.

Anyway, thanks Greg for the talk with the gin tonic at Alley.
You read my mind well. Thanks.