AND SHE NEVER LOST HER HEAD.

Three fucking months of doing jack all, bitches. Need a fucking job; no fucking way I'm spending ninety days hacking off with Gay.

Oh, Asher?

G--

At libr. Be home early, bloody fuc Grandma time at 8pm. Picking up fucking dinner on way back. Health food shit. Slow burning energy or whatever the fuc shit; cheap suggestions (+ bullshit snacks for going in to exams tom)?

TWO HANDS, BITCHES.

Asher, clear the fucking kitchen table, cunt.

Just to fucking interrupt your general programming,

I have more money than you.

HA. Fucking RIGHT that cum-saddled slut looked a right fucking better at eighteen. Jesus fucking Christ, bang one fucking governer and apparently you're the shitting princess of the underworld. BLAH, BLAH FUCKING BLAH, I banged a Governer. What the FUCK ever, she's some uneducated TWAT who did lesbian shit on some sort of fucking Girls Gone Wild crap. What a fucking whore.

Gray. There's STILL nothing fucking edible in your fridge.

I can't sleep too.

ANSER HAS A SMALL WEENER ANSER HAS A SMALL WEENER ANSER HAS A SMALL WEENER

Oh, God, these inkblots REPRESENT MY INNER PAIN. HOW CAN I GO ON WITHOUT POURING MY SECRET WOES INTO A COMPENDIUM ENTRY THAT NO ONE CARES ABOUT? HOW?

But if I don't CONSTANTLY FUCKING WHINE ABOUT IT how will people know of my internal torture? My internal CONFLICT? My WRIST CUTTING TRAGEDIES OF THIS LIFE AND LIVES BEFORE IT? I know, I'll pretend I don't want to whinge. But then LEAVE LITTLE CLUES in my entries and comments so people ask and then I can BLATHER FOR YEARS about how in one life I was BRUTALLY MOLESTED by my father and then STRUNG TO THE TRAIN TRACKS and then narrowly escaped only to have my LEGS CUT OFF and then be RAPED BY AN AMPUTEE FETISH PEDO NAMED PANSER and then to recover only to have MY FATHER NOT BE MY REAL FATHER. And even though today I'm well fed/rested/obscenely wealthy, it still haunts me.

JESUS FU

ANSER, I'M GOING TO FU

KI

DEA

DI

Golly gumdrops, I had the QUIETEST evening last night.

My, my, MY. We have to express ourselves in POETRY for required English credit; but, this is what I've got SO FAR; the imagery, it just SPEAKS TO ME.

There once was a cockhopping bitch,
Who's vagina had started to itch.
She went to the doctor,
He said the sheep fucking had got her.
And a day later Harri's mother lay dead in a ditch.

( NAPOLEON )

F-. Fucking LAME. Pulled better shit when I was in PRE-SCHOOL. What are you? Retarded? Garrison? ANSIE? Yeah, excuse me whilst I WEEP IN THE CORNER at the big, bad package at my door. Jesus FUCKING CHRIST, that was the most pathetic thing I've ever seen. Fail. Get on the fucking failboat. tl;dr, shittest thing I've seen in my life, you're fired, not America's next top FUCKING MODEL. F FUCKING MINUS.

- all organizations need separate cats. for scorecards on inno. growth metrics
SHOULD INCL:
-> # E. suggests.
-> % suggests. implem.
-> invest. returns on process improve. projs.
-> growth in fuckers competency
-> % fuckers cross trained w/ 3+ jobs
*wth 3+ jobs wtf can't handle more than 1+ fuckers so fucking retarde
-> Malcolm Bridge assessment??
*check texts.
*company ratings wth

METRICS: (d) improve. valid. + efficacy of arguement w/ #s. no shit, fuckface prof.

CHECK TEXTS: keeping score, hr metrics; get from libr.

do:
summ. why comps. don't train prop.
- 1st thing cut.
- no metrics to support.
- fucking idiots

It's my birthday soon. Start buying me presents.