♥ Queen of all Grumpy Old Farts ♥

About the GrumpyQueen

A.K.A Gatekeeper

I love food, don't deprive me of it.

I'm not Princess, I'm Queen

I can be quite grumpy and when I am, I hide here, my dungeon for reflections, ramblings and ranting.

Whatever I write are opinions, and may not be the whole truth. Do not read it like the Gospel.

I hate as vehemently as I love
I already know I'm crazy, be my friend, it's safer

Different is not bad, just not the same as the rest

If you don't like me, it's probably mutual
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Ok, so I'm done with my nights and blogging here at this ungodly hour when I should be sleeping.

My nights were ok I suppose, with one woman who...

First night: Drank 2 cups of milk and 1 cup of milo.

Second night: I forgot how many exactly but it was also something like my first night

Third night: Kept wads of toilet paper in her pocket to soak up her vaginal discharges, pestered me for an extra pyjamas just because she's afraid we will run out of pyjamas of her size. Also drank one cup of milk and one cup of milo and had the audacity to ask me for 3 packets of biscuits.

What a prune head.

1. Who the hell wears the Super size pyjamas except her anyway? Supersize is like larger than XXL! And even if she's gonna bathe like 20 times a day, am sure we'll have more than enough clothes for her la, why does she need to hoard them?

2. I think she wants her money back from some dieting programme. With an appetite like this, how the hell is she gonna lose weight? And she still has the good cheek to ask for her money back.

It's an illness. But when you're facing her, irritated from lack of sleep and she's still going on and on, really feel like throwing her in the trash can. When you've finally got the time to sit down and blog about it, it's kinda of funny actually.

And then I got another stupid woman who was snoring away happily on my second and third night and had the audacity to utter the words "I didn't sleep last night/sleep well"

You go and eat shit la. I had half a mind to give her one damn good kick on the arse while saying that, send her flying to Africa to sleep with the lions and get the sleep she so deserves.

7.11.08 9:58 AM

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