As I am sure you have gathered by the title, I am frustrated as Fuck. If you can even technically be as frustrated as a “fuck”? Yeah, I suppose you can be. Well I fucking am for fuck's fucking sake.

I am frustrated with mobile phones. Not other peoples though. Mine. Its a fucking piece of shit. Its been giving me real troubles for the past couple of weeks. For some reason the lame little “touch sensitive” buttons under the screen have decided to only work when they want. This wouldn't be a problem if they didn't control access to ALL FUCKING MENUS on the phone. Today they finally decided to completely pack up and it couldn't be worse timing. I went out and got a special sim-card for calling abroad because my girlfriend is in Morocco at the moment and now I cant call her. What's more I bought a £10 top up voucher today as well and I swear to fuck it was on my fucking bed about 20 fucking minutes ago. Now where the fuck is it? I have no fucking clue. I know they expire in 24 fucking hours and now I feel like a fucking character in a bad fucking cop film who only has 24 fucking hours to defuse a fucking bomb. Fuck!!! AHHG!

Sorry about that, I really needed to vent the frustration because otherwise I might snap the phone in half, the flimsy, cheap, self expiring piece of Samsung turd. Is it just me or does Samsung really suck? My friend bought 2 Samsung cameras from Argos and both were faulty.

Well I'm going to march to Orange tomorrow and buy the cheapest pay as you go phone I can. I have never liked phones, never liked their cameras, never liked their designs, never liked their ringtones and I never fucking well will.

On a lighter note, I bought the book “Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea” today and have just about read the first chapter. It really is great considering it was written about 100 years ago. 39 pence in my local charity shop? Bargain.

So I suppose there was a slight upside to this fucking fucker of a fucking day ...

... Fuck!