An excerpt from an article on the creepiest places on Earth, Prypiat being number one, what with the evacuation after the whole Chernobyl thing. It made me laugh for about half an hour.
It's cold. I'm cold. Coldness abounds.
Stupid motherfucking bastarding people are being late. Perhaps I should elaborate, yes, I should. On Wednesday, last week, a lady from Accord Housing phoned regarding a job i'd applied for, saying she wanted to talk to me a bit about the job. So she said that someone would call me back at about 11:20. That was last Wednesday. It's almost this Wednesday. So I called them again this morning to enquire as to why they didn't get back to me. The lady on the phone said someone would like to call me at about 11:20 to have a chat about the job (I recall a feeling of Déjà vu at this point), it's now 12:18 and i'm seriously not amused. It appears no one is capable of keeping arrangements. And it's pissing me off; I would like this motherfreaking job. I'm going to have to call them again, aren't I? Speaking of which, Julian Graves said they'd call me back and they never fucking did. It's so unbelievably frustrating.
And, as ever, i'm sitting here talking to myself because no one can be arsed to make the effort to talk to me or make sure i'm ok.
Bastards. I hate them all. I don't know why I bother trying to maintain friendships with these retards.
The silence is deafening, you know.
“When we truly realize that we are all alone is when we need others the most” - Ronald Anthony
