i fucking flipped out on a computer geek at the slutfactory where i use to work. i ran out of the room in my black stilettos and lingerie stood over his chair and fucking screamed at him until he left. he was in the chatroom trash talking me and arguing that 2pac has gained more fame than kurt cobain what with the death similarities and the boom of 2pac was far superior than that of nirvana’s. i was like fuck that you skat motherfucker you piece of stupid shit how dare you talk to me when i am working fucker little kid and on and on and i was trembling like mad. i almost quit every single day. i fought with the monitor this romanian chick all the time she was a right cunt but with a nice heart. she came from poor beginnings.

one girl gave our boss a blowjob in the hangout waiting area on a couch and they threw a jacket over the surveillance cameras. that girl was such filthy trash and so fucking rank with dirty bra and panty sets that never matched and the ugliest face i had ever seen and she tried to have sex with all of us too. blek.