tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373703132011-04-22T04:59:49.740+02:00Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-13448285083582822332007-09-07T21:04:00.000+02:002007-09-07T21:12:06.387+02:00I think I'm back.. I don't really know..<br /><br />I've just got home from afterwork.. half a pint I drank.. then I go home by car.. I just started drinking, not just for tonight... hehe.. haha.. I'm not joking.. I'm going to!! So I'll only drunk write here.. ok!<br />Truyth will be written here allways.. hehe.. I can lie to anyone.. almost. So you think Iäll write alot here.. I think yuo right!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-1344828508358282233?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1166183923317188842006-12-15T12:50:00.000+01:002006-12-15T12:58:43.326+01:00Two days ago one of my best friends at work told me he's going to quit. I'm honestly happy for his sake. But for me.. what was looking brighter for everyday has started to darken again. Mixed feelings of happyness and anger, looking into the dark times to come. Fuck, I need a new job too! Again I'm a passenger in my own life, afraid of making change... There's a hint of a brighter future ahead but now it's tainted by feelings of an upcomming loss.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116618392331718884?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1165310118729928732006-12-05T10:06:00.000+01:002006-12-05T10:15:18.736+01:00I've banged my head to the wall, I've screamed, I've hurt people. It's time to find myself again, find that nice man that loves his work and his life.<br />So I say good bye I hope I'll never find myself writing here again.<br />...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116531011872992873?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1164110408373112652006-11-21T12:57:00.000+01:002006-11-21T13:00:33.893+01:00I just got back from lunch, my office smells like poo, it smells like someone used my office instead of the toilet. Got to open the window.. funny.. now its to cold in here.<br />I better use the bathroom next time... FUCK!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116411040837311265?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1164022947030928902006-11-20T12:37:00.000+01:002006-11-20T12:42:27.040+01:00Yup I've been loosing "fat" for the last 8weeks.. ~7,5kg. So how do I do it? Its pretty simple.. I don't eat lunch any more. So thats one of many reasons for my office rage. Was that a weekend that just passed? So some say, I disagree.<br />I need something new!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116402294703092890?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1163766592421938712006-11-17T13:19:00.000+01:002006-11-17T15:22:36.246+01:00Things has changed this week. Work is not as unpleasant as home, so it's a horrible friday. I need something.. to do, to drink.. I need to be alone or else..<br />I have to let out the office anger. But how? When smashing things doesn't work any more. *Hmmm. Maby scream, listen to loud music and smash some stuff? Gah! It will be a mess.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm lost..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116376659242193871?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1163668662493540252006-11-16T10:11:00.000+01:002006-11-16T10:17:42.506+01:00I'm happy! Alot of shit is just gone.. wonder were it did go? Did I work it off? Nooo.. freakin odd... I've just got used to the new brand of coffee, my complaints was also heard so it will be changed back to the brand I like.<br />Yes! All the ladies adore me here, they are all mine!!! MWHAhahaaaa.. if I was a girl I'd feel like a piece of meat, but hey, I'm not a girl.<br />Lets run into that wall again!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116366866249354025?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1163496504548161492006-11-14T10:22:00.000+01:002006-11-14T10:29:05.163+01:00I have no deadline today but loads of work. Hmm.. what to do? NOTHING! No deadline today, no work today. At the train station the train stops, at work I have a work station hence...<br />Ok focus.. doing nothing is fucking booring. Got to throw some CDs. Yea I'll throw one at the first person who enters my room...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116349650454816149?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1163486729577601382006-11-14T07:39:00.000+01:002006-11-14T07:45:29.586+01:00Now I know whats wrong with the coffee, they've changed brand. They stoopid changed brand, give me the old brand of coffee back!! I havn't had a serious cup of coffee for a week now.<br />Maby I'll smash that coffee machine to pieces and bring my own.. hahaha!<br />GIVE ME SOME LOVE TASTING COFFEEEEE!!! <span style="font-size:78%;">please.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116348672957760138?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1163414086332019342006-11-13T11:29:00.000+01:002006-11-13T11:34:46.343+01:00Finally a new week. I was prepared to recieve a massive verbal beating from my boss.. but nothing has happened yet, odd, is he waiting untill I put down my defences? I better hit him first! HARD!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116341408633201934?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1163151424535252212006-11-10T09:35:00.000+01:002006-11-10T10:37:04.593+01:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Forbidden</span></strong><br />You don't have permission to access /outgoing/ on this server.<br /><br />How am I supposed to download my updates?<br />Got som phonecalls..<br />Give me a gun and a bottle of vodka, go to hell customer! Some things take time, do you understand? .. stupid.. it's a perfect friday. LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116315142453525221?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1163143065520316642006-11-10T08:11:00.000+01:002006-11-10T08:17:45.530+01:00Friday.. and I have done nothing for four days at office so I really need this weekend off. I better start working soon, but not today, or will I loose my job? I'd be really happy then. Fuck you!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116314306552031664?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1163071618535817712006-11-09T12:17:00.000+01:002006-11-09T13:20:16.390+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/159/4197/1600/Bild(45).0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/159/4197/320/Bild%2845%29.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/159/4197/1600/Bild(45).jpg"></a><br />For lunch.. I had the usual cup of coffee and nothing else. So now I have all the energy to do nothing. Blue sky today but black when I leave office, why the hell do I work during these hours during fall and winter?<br />Time for some more coffee don't I think?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116307161853581771?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1163056440895681162006-11-09T08:03:00.000+01:002006-11-09T10:34:37.600+01:00This is my office: Piles of paper, piles of paper, piles of paper.. smelling old coffe, I must have dropped some food somewhere. I wouldn't notice if my office got nuked.. it would make small difference. The sound, the never ending sound of an old ventilation system, I can't even hear my loud computer. I should be happy, I have my own office, I can watch porn and mastrubate if I like to. It would be better to have a female colleague on her knees under my desk. Time for some nontasting coffee, it used to be good...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116305644089568116?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1163047192297488632006-11-09T05:28:00.000+01:002006-11-09T05:39:52.330+01:00Can't sleep, now it's 0524. I've been awake for a while. I'll go swimming before work today. I smashed a keyboard on monday, on tuesdsay, repaired a keyboard yesterday.. what will happen today? Stupid question.. things just happen for no reason at all, just enjoy the violent ride.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116304719229748863?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370313.post-1163017757811901132006-11-08T20:57:00.000+01:002006-11-08T21:29:17.820+01:00I'll never ever write long posts.. It's a waste of time.. This is for me not for anyone else. If you read, I'll hope it'll screw your day up. This week has not ended yet..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370313-116301775781190113?l=frankkgoingpostal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frankkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509953657802392707noreply@blogger.com0