Yet another night. Yet another affair with insomnia. Not feeling so bad though since I accomplished quite few aimless tasks.

I read a poetry book a colleague at work gave me. He actually wrote it. Ok I lied, I only read the first few pages. I'm not saying it was bad. I just felt that I wanted to read something great, so I went to Adonis' "al-Kitab." I read 43 pages and then realized Adonis was not great enough for me. IT IS one of those night.

Enough with this crap. It's 5:30 am already, I haven't got any night sleep (I never do) and I'm outta cigs. I need to get staright to the point:

I started this F'N website to show my hairy ass to the whole society, but it ain't gonna work because I can't spell the F word...and I'm outta cigs

There is a big chance my colleague Hashim, who serves me enough coffee and tea to nourish my "very healthy insomnia," will read this blog and identify my sorry ass. So it is almost a "definite probability" all the KoKo-sucking-monkies at their cubics will identify my A-hole and it won't be smelling awesome.

In one hand, they tend to sustain a shit-faced expression all the time and they never stop complaining(My colleagues), so why bother caring about their feelings.

Yet in the other hand, some of them can't wait to kick my buttox all the way to the "Fired!" zone and I'm sure if that happens only Hashim and I will feel sorry for me.

I work shifts. Usually afternoons and nights because Kuwaiti women know shit about equlity plus, if married, they're so busy kicking their nannies' and servents' asses. Tell them you should do afternoon or night shifts - as men always do - and the divas will be transformed to unpaid hookers. You don't want to see that unless you're too horney to mantain your descent image.

Ok, I might be generalizing when it comes to the nannies part, but I INSIST they know shit about equality. Some of them think they do, especially when it comes to hip orange shirts and handsome male electoral candidates. Please mind your cute fashion and plan your next summer trip. Do not give me the equality shit because you're still and will always be that waiting-for-MrRight-or-whoever-marries-me-girl, and if married you're too dumb rt realize the source of your frustratation, which is lack of genuin moaning fiestas.

Look at me. I'm complaining like them now. It must be the BV (Bitch Virus). I'm outta cigs...Horraai, I don't have to work tomorrow....I'm outta cigs...I'll stop complaining and start chain-smoking like a train in my cubic next time I go to work...I'm outtaa cigs....I'll make sure all the divas/unpaid hookers - who complain about passive smoking at work and smoke shisha in cafes- will get cancer in their Bitch Attitude...I'm outta cigs...One of them stole my work and now feels guilty whenever she sees me and yet how she deals with it? of course by being a Super-Bitch...I'm Outtaa cigs, but I will make sure I have a full-pack when I'm at work...It's revenge time,..give u a taste of equality, yet
I'm outta cigs