Baby works again, save for a few keys.

I have twelve days to work left before I have holidays, the rest of this week and the next two. Then, on the Monday my holidays starts when Tweetie's left for work I'm going to clean out this flat completely. I might not celebrate Christmas, but I'm not going to sit in this mess during my two weeks off, dammit!!

Typed up a loooooong mail to Tweetie this morning and I just hope that the Bank didn't swallow it on the way to her. I tried to decode any nasty words that might ruffle their feathers so I think it should make it through.

People's stupidity never fail to amuse me, that's all I can say.

Now I'm going back to sleep, have to write Teenyboppers for Tweetie later because she passed her Latin exam she had last week, or if it was the week before that. Anyway, in a weak moment, I promised her a whole chapter of the damn teenage drama if she passed it. X.x

I can't believe how fast my faith in humanity is sinking. Every day something happens that makes me hate humans even more, if it's actually possible. It doesn't have to be anything big, it can be just something small, almost insignificant, and it just makes me want to go on a hunt. I don't like feeling like this, but I guess since I had the unfortunate luck of being born without the bimbo-gene, I guess I've got to take it.
So...
Dear old couple on the tram to work:
Yes, I dress in black. It's not a trick of the light. Yes, that it a long black winter-coat (Tweetie's) and a black summer-hat ('cause my hat rocks!). Yes, I am wearing both together. Yes, that is, in fact, music you hear coming from my CD-player. Guess what? I'm now going to stalk your grandchildren and end up sodomizing their family-dog, because that's what people who look like me do, right? Uh-huh, thought so.

Dear ugly bimbo on the tram out to work:
Just... Fuck off.

Dear disgusting cunts on the tram on the way back from work:
You're NOT cool. Sitting there and howling is so out, didn't you get the fucking memo? All it does is making me want to go over there and rip you to pieces. You have no clue how close I was to do that. I will pray to whatever higher power that listens that you'll live a long, miserable life and that you'll spend most of it cleaning after other people.

There are no words to say how much I loathe humanity right now. I honestly can understand why some people go berserk.

On the plus-side though... You who work on the first floor in the building where I clean: you rock. Thank you so much for treating me like a human being and not like a part of the furniture or like I'm invisible. You all deserve flowers for being there.

Tweetie's home now. I demand food from Cindy's and lots of cuddling.

Over and out.