Ha! There’s a conspiracy afoot (8 June 2011)! Mr intense has complained about my music (through headphones I might add), can you believe that? What an absolute pillock! I just knew something was up because only several minutes ago he gave me one of those looks of utter disgust, the look where he feels the need to roll his forehead back, then he pinged off his chair and charged down to reception, steam bellowing out of his puffing nostrils – and now I’ve just been told off by Mrs Runningabout – the same bitch who I spoke to on Friday re: Mr Intense’s child porn downloads! Oh this is so bloody ironic, I feel like I’ve been skewered.
Jesus he’s actually staring at me now, giving me evils (Mr Intense), and he’s winning because I’m pathetically looking away – what a dick (Me)! I haven’t got the balls otherwise I would walk up to him and spew up last night’s Chinese all over his creased head. I should simply bin that manuscript because I’m not getting anything done.
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