Yet another creepy, soaky, clusmsy weekend

Dear Dairy,

Finally ... the weekend is over... (SAuz, aren't we suppose to exclaim with joy... with a slightly altered line ..week's over!! on fir day... mah boy... what those creepy managers have made of you ..).. yeah i know its not what we shud say... its forbidden to call those words... but with this AS rain pouring... and Sam (as always.. ha ha ha) confused to hell-a-things... i am screwed on weekends... WTF.. isn't weekends are meant for chilling out and doing things that u r prohibited to do ( WTF sauz... what are u intending to do.. no man no.. there is smthing called conscience.. and i am very much alive ;) you just can't ignore me)...

Sam again had that i-will-study-my-A**-out-in-weekend syndrome... i seriously need to take him to a doctor... the one who can diagnose him as a psychic or smthing like that (thats bad sauz.. u can't throw out truths like that.. it was a hidden one man!!! sam sam sam.. this guy is screwing you up)... this AH, whom we know as Sam the great... went on for full 1.5 days of weekend, plunging deep into some Java BS... of nothing i'll dare to even think of.... leave apart writing it... ok.. sunday evening.. our gr8 fella is getting back on track.. he threw the book and all crap notes with a declaration of 'FO' ... and i instantly knew his so called 2 days efforts have paid off.. they went in the same drain as they used to... (poor sauz, you could have pushed him as well ... atleast he'd be away... protected from seeing ur BS face each day) ... so finally we went to 'watch' a movie... and guess want ... there were rose marrys!!! lot many... and too good to praise in words... but sam was in his wonderland of Java (BS again) thoughts... he didn't paid his homage or showed his admirations to rose marrys!!! WTF.. why are you living... you are good as dead.... rose marrys man!!!! then came the best of all part... sam went to take the tickets.... this theater is crap (after all its called 'innovative' man!!) ... and then after waiting 15-20 mins... devoid of rose marrys.. when sam came out of that AH lined up place... i asked.. which row man!! and he said "dude! it is costing 180 per head... and if we come on Monday it would be just 120 bucks!! imagine!!" yeah i can... you AH, BS fellow... WTF .. was i waiting here to hear your BS... WTF .... God! take this piece of Shit .. from earth.. it would be less polluted...

Another BS thing.... my friend told be that our beloved company is organizing a cupid party wherein there is a dress code depicting ur status ... viz - viz... green for available.. red for in love... yellow for broken ups...
WTF... why on earth shud i tell my status (tell them sauz... that u r good for nothing... actually u r nothing !!! they'll give exceptions) above all... all those rose marrys whom i admired would reveal their true colors.... my valentine is gonna suck dude (amazing!! what else you want, eh?) ...

Dairy, why can't we have what we want? i mean okay.. i agree i want everything.. but at least smthing is okay.. right? eh? so should i give you the list? (yeah, a porche, a BMW, a harley, a house in long island, a yacht, a AS, CS, blonde as wife and numerous girlfriends, with a never ending supply of money (P.S. the currancy should be euros, dollars is loosing market man!!)..

Feed 4: Nothing new.. yeah a new AH found

Dear Dairy,

Sorry, I wasn't writing nything since long... there was nothing to write much about (oh! what happened to my sheer luck... bo hoo hoo:( )... Sam is busy with his life (wow! nice way to put that he is being screwed up in office by that BA, slurty manager... nice way Sauz... u r a TRUE friend)... I sited another created this weekend... another one of the same species as Rose marry... but then ... as my luck is on the BS stint... she was accompanied by a some stupid looking, BS guy... WTF... why can't I have smthing... smthing that i solely own.. (not even underwear??? Sauz.. thats bad.. I'll tell Sam not to use them man!! at least thats a bit of privacy u deserve)... what else... yeah we've got another BS, stinky, AH added to our group as my 'new room partner'.. and somehow.. i don't know why... but i just hate the face of this guy... big AH... i tell you (and what are you! George Bush... WTF.. that does mean the same.. ha ha ha)... I just can't stand the sight of him... idiot.. so i thought i puke out all i had in me in front of u Diary... (saale u r puking it in front of everyone... by tomorrow even the stray dogs will know how do you 'feel' about him)... so i have to adjust with this stinky, piece of shit.... tough i am being a bit modest... (worried Suaz, he might read it huh!)

So, I'll shut up now... i am frustrated to hell ( as if nobody knows that ha ha ha..... expect it Sauz... u r the undisputed king of the F.O.S.L.A. tough Sam is catching up real fast)... good nite diary... put on some fragrance... otherwise Buno will not let you...