The daily rantings

"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Fatuous imbecile.

Do not aggravate me for the next few days, weeks and months. One day when all your scandalous little confidential news becomes big, notorious news... Mark my words, your associates will never ever feel trepidation. In fact, a deep sense of resentment and wrath in place of this apprehension feel towards you. You and your ostentatious personality, you and your cynical self , I downright despise it. I hope you get a grip on yourself and realize how sinister you are. Narcissistic little brat, you are an irate.

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