I Really Fucking Hate Labourers

I don't care if they do the dirty work that I sure as hell don't want to end up doing in life; but I hate them...Not dislike...Hate.

Several times already they have made my electricity trip out, causing what ever computer work I was doing at the time to be lost (and for once, this isn't me looking at porn).

The funny thing is, one of them is sat on my floor, no less than a metre away from me, and he's oblivious to both the fact that I want him to impale himself on his noisy power tools, and that I'm writing this about him and his 'co-workers'.

They make me shift my room around, and I've left myself in a corner of my room with my computer and television, I'm doing this because I don't trust them one iota. Thieving cunts.

If it wasn't for the fact that my heating will be working properly from the end of today onwards, and that I'm pleasuring myself in the thought of torturing each of them slowly; then I'd have no doubt flipped out already.

The worst thing of all, is listening to their 'conversations'.

The words that they manage to string together before throwing at each other is lower than low.

I have a 3 year old brother that comes off as Shakespeare compared to these peasants of society.

Fuckers.

Now I want to be left in peace so that I can can masturba...Get back to work.