Thursday, February 10, 2011

Fick dich.

I swear someone in my company doesn't like me... I can't say who, or I'll be fired, or worse... Just like in the papers. But anywho, the person knows who he is, and doesn't need me to identify him. And I know what I'll do to the person when the time comes.

Well, I am actually an excellent shot, if I do say so myself. I would have gotten full scores on the range, if not for the fact that a technical fault cost me my marks...

Going home on Friday evenings for the first time in the longest time ever...
And then I got to guard the Hotel on Sunday... IlovemyjobIlovemyjobIlovemyjob...

That's all for now...

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