Am I still supposed to post in this fucking thing?

I need beer and sex, and I need it now.

You.

Yes, you. You know who you are.

I fucking hate you.

That is all.

You little shit. Just wait until I get my hands on you. I'm going to fucking kill you!

What the hell kind of serve was that?

My fucking eye is killing me.

I fucking. Hate. People.

That is all.

I guess locking out the prince wasn't such a good idea.

Fucker threw out all my shit again. Damnit.

I have booze. I have cigarettes. And the prince is locked out of the room.

Life is fucking good.

I need booze.

Fuck. Stuck working again.

Someone better get their ass down here to entertain me.

Found a computer in the manager's office of this place, so I'm updating from here.

Fucking asshole made me come in at nine fucking am. I usually fucking sleep until noon. Bastard.

And to make it worse, there's nobody here. No-fucking-one.

I'm gonna fucking die of boredom.