why am i sitting at work right now being tortured by damned jungle music? this is a phase of music that i thought for sure would be dead by now. i mean when the hell does goldie have time to even make more crap in between his long hours on eastenders?

ok, really. my hatred really stems from scars an ex-boyfriend inflicted upon my soul. i would post his name on here, but since he is basically jobless and surfs the internet all day long while smoking loads and loads of marijuana, i feel that it is against my best interest to do so. let’s just say that he traumatized me for a year with his adolescent antics and my ears for even longer than that. obviously i still suffer from post-jungle breakup disorder.

stop the madness