bakari, soomaaree and bali kujjaa

i hate this place. why send me to places when i dont need to be there. when its impossible to get there. and when nothing planned out and all i have is a fucking phone number of a person who doesnt even know who i was. who i fucking represent. im telling you this is the last fucking time i`m ever going to be soaked to the skin waiting for a dhoni that never shows up. im really think i wont have a problem with murder. in my mind they are already dead. think up of ways to do this. think up of ways to slowly but painfully remove their oversize exteriors and gnaw out their innards. you know what i would like to do. go upto my fucking boss and shout at him with the top of my lungs. till i go hoarse. till i bleed from my throat. just shout. nothing in particular just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH. Hmm. Maybe when i get the guts to fucking quit. that wud be one day people walk naked on the road. i dont know why these fucking people even exist. i mean to do nothing in office what the hell do u guys get paid for. coming to work and then going for tea?? or smoking. i hate you. i cant go out for a fucking smoke and u guys are all over the place. i hate you. possible you know that by the way i look at you. there should be a way for me to legally harass you guys. worry worry cause i will find it. put cow dung in your in tray. the gov would be a better place if they got rid of these fucking stupid uneducated ass fuckers. whew. i feel better now. *rolls eyes*