Typical. Typical is what it is. As soon as I announce on the blog that I’m officially Tweeting I can’t access flippin’ Twitter from work. FaceArse seems to be up the creek as well. How am I meant to survive the working day like this?! I am not a fancy new-age person with them mobly phones that connect to the interweb so I rely on my work internet to service my networking site needs. I’m hoping it’s just a glitch in the system and all will be well again but the FaceAche page won’t load and I’m only getting the header on my Twitter page.
Please work, please work, please work………
Nope, nada. Sigh.
But I need to rant about this shitty Tuesday I’m having and how Crapbags is the worst thing invented since Sarah Palin and how they should instead pay me millions of pounds to create a system made of poo and twigs and bunnies and post-it notes and nann bread and chewing gum and nappies and it would work just as well if not better. Where can I vent all of this instantaneously? In 140 characters or less? Maybe I’ll contact the BBC, they might be interested. Got to get the word out there somewhere. I know of course I am actually venting right now, on a interweb network and everything but you know when you set something up and look forward to using it or trying it out? Well colour me disappointed today. Disappointed.
As a side note I am also wanting to inflict bodily harm upon Harley and his monumental levels of retarded-ness but unfortunately he is in flippin’ South Africa all week so that will have to wait. I even have a screwdriver in my bag that would do the job. For now I’ll have to step back from the computer, take deep breaths and count to ten.
One…two…three…
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