today
i had an emergency appointment to sort out what feels like an exposed nerve in my tooth. i bless you miss sexy dentist.

so i creep from my dungeon and scamper towards the station. psyched for the needle, the drill and the credit card rape. on entering the station i am confronted by the fact that all the trains to where i want to go to, are cancelled. they have been like for 2 hours and they still have nothing in place to get paying travellers to where they need to be.

i then half heartedly launch a 'the customer is always right' style attack on the duty manager, but my heart isn't in it and I depart, leaving a worried mother to continue where i left off.

but what is it with these rail CUNTS. i pay, every month for my fucking zonecard, the prices creep up as the level of service droops down. there were no apologies, no urgency to help cunted off commuters, just an attitude of 'SO FUCK'

it would be like walking into the chinese takeaway, ordering your fancy meal, paying for it, waiting for a bit, then the woman comes out and says....

"sorry mate, but your meal has been cancelled, now fuck off"

"aye right misses, get me my FUCKING CHOW MEIN AND CHIPS, or i will throat chop you into next FUCKING WEEK...
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MOVE, CUNT"
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 17 Aug 2009, 19:46, Reply)