27/5/2003
Fucking buggering bloody cunt!
I am going to fucking kill Barnabus Cuffe. I don't care that I actually don't have work that late on Wednesday night. The play doesn't start until eight. Fucking arse! Pillock! Great fucking prat!
Who the fuck am I going to take? Justin would hate Formal dress? Is he fucking kidding me? This is not an assignment. This is punishment. He's done this to other reporters in the past. He's gotten tickets to something he's supposed to go to with his wife, and instead, foists them off on someone else.
I've always been able to get out of them because I was swamped with articles. No excuse this time. Fuck!
I am going to fucking kill Barnabus Cuffe. I don't care that I actually don't have work that late on Wednesday night. The play doesn't start until eight. Fucking arse! Pillock! Great fucking prat!
Who the fuck am I going to take? Justin would hate Formal dress? Is he fucking kidding me? This is not an assignment. This is punishment. He's done this to other reporters in the past. He's gotten tickets to something he's supposed to go to with his wife, and instead, foists them off on someone else.
I've always been able to get out of them because I was swamped with articles. No excuse this time. Fuck!