2003-04-04 - 11:08 p.m.
#116: No Need for More Failure
Note to self: Dogs not kept on leashes should be shot on sight. Followed by their owners and their immediate family and then extended family.
Fucked. That's how I'm feeling right now. Fucked. Fucked the big one up the ass, and thanks to everyone who contributed to the feeling. You're a great bunch of fucking wankers. Really. I mean it.
I'm feeling a little bit annoyed and irrational right now, so let's list my grievances. First of all, I have a new job. Basically I'm a door to door salesman. Pretty funny eh? Yeah, I bet you're laughing right now: "Oooh! Lookit Edwyn! He's a door to door salesman! Isn't that hillarious!". Yeah, it's too right fucking hillarious. Fucker. So anyway, I'm a door to door salesman, and I just spent the entirety of my Friday afternoon and evening trying to sell movie tickets to the old, the mentally feeble, and the dole bludgers down in South Auckland. No offence to anybody living in South Auckland, of course. Doesn't change you're a fucking wanker for living there. Nobody there but fucking dole bludgers and people on Community Services cards anyway. All a bunch of useless fuckers who wouldn't recognise a good deal of it bit them in the arse.
So there I was all Friday afternoon and evening, walking for six hours around a neighbourhood whose combined IQ barely passed that of a gnats droppings, and whose combined wealth was even less than that. Fucked up beginnings of the weekend. Oh, but it gets better. While I was out there sifting through the shit of society, the Auckland Anime Club had its first meeting. It had its first meeting on the very, fucking week I decided to start work. Weeks and weeks of failed starts and maybes while I was unemployed and dirt poor, and on the very week I decide to go get a job, the club starts again. Thank you very fucking much for that. Not only do I have to tramp about, wasting my entire fucking day in that fucking slums neighbourhood, I have to deal with the fact that everybody else in the club is basically at a meeting of sorts, catching up, having fun, watching anime, all without me there. FUCKING FUCKERS. THANK YOU FOR FUCKING WITH MY FUCKING DAY EVEN MORE. I REALLY FUCKING MEAN IT, REALLY.
And finally, the closing. The cap of it all. The big fucking dollop of shit that just sends me into a spinetingling gooey fucked-fest. By the time I get in from the fuck capital of Auckland, it's 9PM. I am tired, I am fucked, I have not (as you can probably imagine) made any fucking sales the entire day, except for two to myself because I didn't want to appear I walked away with nothing. I ring Kunfei up and asked who was there. Everybody was there. Great! Could anyone pick me up? No. Oh. No problem. I guess since I've been walking for 6 hours anyway, what's another half hour more? So I walk there, all prepared to have fun for at least a half hour before the meeting ended at 10PM. But you know what? INTERCEPTION! I got a call from my mother that she was going to pick me up. When? Right now! Oh good! That's great! Simply fucking wonderful! So by the time I do all that walking to the AAC meeting, I'd have to go home already! How absolutely funny! I'll just wish everyone there a merry "Fuck you!" and fuck off immediately afterwards! Oh, how I laugh at this FUCKING JOKE THAT JUST CAPS EVERYTHING OFF ON THIS FUCKING FUCKED UP DAY. FUCK YOU. FUCK ALL OF YOU. FUCK YOU FUCKERS FOR NOT HAVING ANY FUCKING MONEY CAUSE YOU SPENT IT ALL ON BOOZE AND POT AND WASTING MY FUCKING TIME BY MAKING ME GO THROUGH MY ENTIRE FUCKING PITCH AND THEN SAYING, "NO". FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME MISS THE FIRST MEETING FOR THE CLUB ON THE VERY WEEK I STARTED MY NEW JOB. FUCK YOU FOR NOT PICKING ME UP AND MAKING ME WASTE THIRTY MORE MINUTES WALKING AND THEN HAVING TO GO HOME IMMEDIATELY FUCKING AFTERWARDS. FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME WORK THE VERY NEXT DAY FROM THIS FUCKING HORRIBLE DAY. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU ALL.
Nah, just kidding. I'm not really mad, just having a little bit of fun. Don't worry about a thing. And if you believed that, FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH. I FUCKING HATE YOU FOR THINKING IT'S FUCKING FUNNY. I have more to say, but I'd just be repeating myself, especially in regards to how fucked up the organisation for "Who Wants to be an Otaking?" competition is. Now on a grander, larger scale! But since it's all my fucking fault for getting my hopes up for it in the first place anyway, I'll just save this entry some space and just shout in the fucking mirror for a while instead.
One last thing: You are all worthless fuckers.
