Back to blogging. :)

Hi, baby! :)

Hi! Please don't mind the title for now. I just haven't thought of a good one, yet. :) And that, I'm sure you know, is inspired by the funny, funny American series "How I Met Your Mother".


So! I thought it'd be nice to write again and compose a blog. A few minutes ago I was browsing a friend's wedding website. All I had in mind is a mean thought of how stupid that is. Everything on that, actually. The pictures of my friend and her fiance do not have substance. The messages are nonsense.  Giving them the benefit of the doubt, they may have rushed things. So if they rushed, they still had time to put out a website that doesn't help at all in preparing for their "big day"? Oh and that "big day"? Mind you, a few months back, I spent a night with her while she's in the country ('cause she's based in Dubai), and boy how scared she was with the thought of marrying someone while she still hasn't closed the book with her ex yet. I strongly believe they just desperately want to be married.  They, or at least my friend, has always thought the only things she's missing on are love and marriage. Oh, whatever. I'm not bitter or jealous, 'cause you might think I am. No, hell, no I'm sooo not. I'm mean, yes.

Chapter 2, I'd like to introduce to you the biggest asshole I knew last year. His name is Jeffrey and he's my manager's boyfriend. He also works in the same office we are at. Oh, and my boyfriend works in the same office, too. Before I expound this story, I want you all to see how shitty he looks like. So, here, take a look.

That. Yes, that. He's as stupid as his looks. He thinks his tattoos are badass - they are actually far from being slightly cool. So today, I got a text from my manager saying they (her and that guy) will not come to work because her nitwit of a boyfriend got infected with something (oh, I don't care really). That made my day! 'Cause today I won't be irritated with his presence and because I think that's his karma. For thinking too highly of himself and for trying to bully my baby. A month ago he was  asking my baby to fight him. That's how stupid he is - thinking he can take down a 250-lb man who's used in fighting. If we do not know better, I would have let my baby fight that stupid person. He's probably still recovering until now and his presence might not have ruined some of my days in the last month.

Like I have mentioned, he's not coming in to work today as he is confined somewhere trying to recover from infection which, as I have overheard yesterday, he acquired from having a tattoo.Oh i hope it kills him. I maybe mean and evil in saying that, I regret that I mean that whole-heartedly. He doesn't deserve to live and I don't want anymore of his kids popped out in this society where I live in.

Got work to do! Happy day ahead, I hope!

I love you, baby! :)

(P.S. I'm so not letting your eyes land on this new blog of mine, my baby. Forgive me! :))) )