Nyyyaaahahahhahahahahhahahaha!!! Mwhahahhahahahhahahahhahahiiiihhaaaahhaaa!!! Bwahahahahihihihihahahahahoooo!!

Okay, I'm done. *smiles brightly*

I had the insane urge to start singing Lavatory Love Machine (the song I posted the lyrics to yesterday, or the day before) on the tram on the way home. It was full of bimbos and himbos and grumpy old people and they all looked like they needed to be cheered up from their miserable existence of seriousness.

When I get old or filthy rich, whichever comes first, I'll take my CD-player, with the CD that has that song, put it on repeat and go on a tram and sing for all I'm worth till they kick me out. Hopefully I can bail myself out of either the looney-bin or the police station and dammit, it'll be worth it!

Mwhahhahahhahhahahahhahahahaha!!!

Tonight we're going to the museums that are all open till 2 o'clock. They have the "museums' night" here in Basel and it's the last year Tweetie can go for free (she'll be 25 this summer - sssshhhhh, don't tell her I told you! ;p) so we thought we'd take advantage of it.

I'm now going to scare my neighbour and sing some more and then call my mommy to tell her about the shot (which went fine, we just had to wait about an hour and a half -.-) and then it'll be time to pick Tweetie up. She's buying me the new Edguy-CD too tomorrow just because she's awesome and loves me!! *.*

*sings* Oh, if Brazil was not so faaaaaar...

Workrelated bitchiness among other things ahead. I'm not cutting this, no likey, no ready? Verstanden?

Sooo... Today we have a thing or two to deal with in Mini's LJ. Yup. Let's start, shall we?

This week has been - since Sunday - for lack of better word... Weird.

Sunday was nice, we went to pick up the laundry at Tweetie's mom. She let us wash there on Saturday because she's great and scary and we don't say no to washing. Tweetie's mom and her husband, Tweetie's stepfather, are usually bickering like crazy. This is damn fun to watch, usually up to the point when they try to pull us in. That's when we run for cover. ;p
Anyhoo, this time there was bickering in Italian (the man of the house is Italian) and Mini picked up a few new words from this that she will proudly be presenting to her faithful readers.

Italian 101 with Mini:
che cazo voi - what the cock do you want?
che cazo mi fredo (not entirely sure about the "mi fredo"-part) - leave me the cock/fuck alone. Or something like that.

I'm looking forward to using these next time I've got some stupid guy trying to pick me up. Together with giving them the finger it should work just fine to keep them away. No, I really don't hate men, I promise, I'm just tired of the fact that there's always some guy who thinks - just because I look like I do - that I'd be so desperate to get some that I'd roll over at the slightest sign of interest. *rolls eyes*

So, let's fast forward to yesterday, shall we? Tweetie almost put the kitchen on fire. Almost. No, it didn't burn down, yes, I'm serious. Let's just say that the oven is out to get us. >.>

Work... Well, work's been fine all week up till today when I just wanted to scream and scream and scream. Why, do you ask? Because the stupid cunts - and I -know- who they are now - have, yet again, left water/drinks in plastic cups, standing upright in their fucking garbage cans. It happens now and then and it drives me up the fucking walls. Sometimes there's cans with Cola, and sometimes just cups with water, but what the fuck?? They are too fucking lazy to go and pour it out, but they can manage to balance the fucking things upright in the garbage so that it won't leak out?? Never mind the fact that if I don't see it in time and when I've emptied the garbage for them - stupid lazy cunts - and put the bag down on the floor there will be Cola or water or what the fuck they had to drink otherwise all over the fucking floor just cause they were too lazy to drag their stupid asses into the kitchen and empty the fucking stuff out.
Once I even found milk standing the right way in the garbage in the kitchen - half-full. The best part is that on the way from the fridge to the garbage they have to pass the sink, but they couldn't be arsed to turn the damn thing over and empty it out before throwing it away? Just what the fuck???
Let me tell you one thing - the people working there might earn 5 or 10 times as much as I do, but I don't have the slightest bit of respect for people who haven't gotten around to learn the basics in dealing with a kitchen yet. Gods, I hate them.

So, let's continue on the Avenue of Hate, shall we? Buckle up, we're in for a bumpy ride.

So, I'm on my way home, having run like a maniac for the first tram and when I change and get on the second one (because I can't be arsed to walk up the hill from the tramstop - I'm tired, cranky and sick) the first thing I see is some stupid little bimbo and her boytoy. For some reason, little Miss I-spread-my-legs-for-anyone starts looking at me, and so does Mister I'm-so-cool-'cause-I've-got-myself-a-girl-that-will-spread-her-legs-for-me (I have such faith in humanity, can you tell?). I do my usual stuff, listen to music and ignore, ignore, ignore.
Does the little miss stop staring? Nope. I know I look like hell, I've just got off work and I'm fucking sicksicksick, and she starts smooching her boytoy in all that cutesy manner that just makes me want to walk over there and strangle them both. In the reflection of the window, I can see how she's checking my reaction. Which hopefully was as disgusted as I felt. ;p
So they get out one stop before me and she turns one last time as she trods oh-so-delicately with her high heels down the steps. I made sure to keep eye-contact and roll my eyes at them. It felt so damn good.
Just because I look like hell doesn't mean that I'm jealous of some stupid cunt and her cock-on-a-leash. I've got news for you, bitch, I'm so not interested. Not in a million years. Nope, nope, nope. Nada. So run along now and spread your legs for him and all his friends and I hope you catch an STD or eight.

... Gods, that felt good to get out. There's more, but I'm too tired and too sick to bother.

If you'll excuse me I'm off to hack up a lung and pat Tweetie's hair which is really nice and soft.

Gute Nacht aus der Schweiz!

"Master and Commander" - someone had fun with the roleplay. ;pppp

Me thinks me should start collecting perverted movie-titles.. *whistles*

Well, then there is "Lord of the Rings", "The Two Towers", "Return of the King"... Hmmm... What else do we have? *ponders*

Yes, I've just woken up. No, I haven't had any chocolate yet - it was Cola. ;p

*La Carlotta-imitation*

Where is my Edguy?? Bring me my Edguy NOW!!

That said, I might as well add that this goes for Edi-mausi who'll be home next week (YAY!!!!!) and the band because I want their new CD to be out soon so I can drown in fucking great Power Metal and sing at work and dance around and be HAPPY!!!!

Whoopsie, have to pick up Tweetie now!

Purpose of today:

-Try not to kill people at work.
-Try not to pitch a fit.
-Try not to fall asleep at work.
-Try not to buy chocolate for money we don't have.
-Try not to slaughter neighbours (he was -drilling- in there!!)
-Try not to sulk, whine or be bitchy.
-Try not to buy cola for money we don't have.
-Be nice.
-To people who deserve it (aka Tweetie and my mommy)

I think that's it. Today is just not a good day to be a Mini and I have to drop by work and pick up more garbage-bags. I'd rather not.
Some of the bitches that works in the office where I clean, I just want to take my ball-crusher-boots and stomp on till their bones crack. After that I shall break my eight years long vegetarian fast with sucking the marrow from them.
There, I've made my daily threat against society. Now go away world, I'll deal with you later (after a hell of a lot of cuddling and chocolate for money we don't really have).

What a week.
Found out on Monday that the middle boss, the one I really, really liked, has quit. I thought he was just on vacation or something, but according to my coworker, he just packed his stuff up and left. No one really knows why. I miss him a lot. He was the guy who was always happy, always had a smile and a joke ready.
Now there's some new woman from another firm, who apparently worked at this one years ago, and the coworker who told me about all this doesn't get along at all with her. I haven't said two words to her so I'll hold my judgment till I have, but if he doesn't like her - and I think he gets along with most people - then I wonder..
Another of my former coworkers quit, another guy that I liked a lot. :( He's going to clean at the train station instead. Left are - except the boss and coworker #1 - people that I haven't said two words to and that I don't know. It makes me wonder quite a bit about the going-ons at the office right now, the boss is not that, erm, "nice" anymore from what I heard.
Whoever was at my place during my holidays did an okay job except some things, like not vacuum-cleaning, putting half-dirty dishes back in the cupboard and leaving one big batch of used paper-towels down in the little room where I have my things. The last one especially irks me - there's a bathroom three steps from where the cleaning stuff is and they could have at least thrown them away. People...

That said, I'm glad that it's Friday. We're meeting Tweetie's cousin (who we ran into last week) tonight. I hope I'll make it home to shower before we go, and that work won't take that long tonight. My shoulder hurts like hell, guess I slept weirdly or something. I'm not really in the best mood to deal with people today, so I hope that the office will be empty when I get there. It's a Friday, so it should be.

Listening to Edguy's "Superheroes"... Damn, that song gets stuck in your head easily, and in my opinion it's among the best to come from them in years - and they kick out -damn- -good- Power Metal all the time. We're going to see them when they come to Z-7 in Pratteln next year (just ordered the tickets!!), which will be the second time. They were here last year too, and it was one hell of a show. I don't think that there's any band, ever, that can get me so bouncy and happy as Edguy! I'm just an Edguy kind of girl. ;p

My head feels full of thoughts, but I can't get any grip on them at all. There's so much I want to write down, but I can't. Things that hurts and things that makes me happy, all jumbled up and with absolutely no order to them at all. I think I feel anger, disappointment, love, content.. Just a bunch of things. Some days it feels like beating my head against the wall repeatedly without being able to break through. Frustration. Insecure. Like I want to bite something. Tell the world to fuck off, which I do at least once the week anyway, but another kind of fuck off. Makes no sense, don't care. I guess I should get my head checked or something, but frankly I don't give a fuck. No one has the right to tell me if I'm normal or not.
I guess I feel like I have been wronged somehow, and liking the fact that I can act like a child and throw a tantrum whenever I feel like it because OMG!I'maminorityandhowdareyoutellmewhatever!!ZOMG!! I'm such a hypocritical drama queen. Go me.

I think pissed off describes my mood the best right now.

*Pandora hijacking the MiniMorr's LJ*

In the current study of the MiniMorr's daily behavior, I finally found out how this outstandingly adorable exemplar is marking her territory. It happens so by... creeping on and rubbing all over her mate. o.O
Followed by... biting and chewing on her neck. O.o
Further observations will have to be made on that subject.

*has Mini-slobber all over her neck*

Life is unfair. *sulks and goes to buy food*

Meep!!! Meeeeeeeep!!!!!

I want a Dark Tranquillity CD NOW!! Now, dammit!!!!

Yup.

- Some people are really too stupid to be allowed to reproduce.

- If I'm not allowed to get medical help to have a child, why can't I have my womb and associates removed surgically? It doesn't make any sense to keep them since they'll never be used anyway.

- I have nothing against Christianity, I think it's a great idea, it's just Christians I can't stand.

- Why does the cheese -still- get out even after I fold it when I make toast?

- Why do I always get the songs I -don't- like playing on my inner radio?

I'm out of Cola. -.-