Quotes About Frustration

If it had been anyone else, Wrath would have used his favourite pair of words: Fuck and off

Am I going to have to die first before I come here every time? Because no offense, but for fuck's sake, I can just give you a cell phone to call.

Can somebody tell me what the fucks going on before I lose my shit all over this fucking room?

None of them knew that it wasn't because he was a nice guy; it was because he was one of them. The hard reality was that life had put them all where they didn't want to be, namely on their backs for people they didn't want to be fucking.

This is getting us nowhere, he muttered after a moment. You're absolutely right. So fuck off. Have a nice life, hope all your holier-than-thou keeps you warm during the day. ~ Paradise to Craeg

Fine. It was Goddamn Cat, then.

Panting, he looked into a face he couldn't see. What the fuck is your problem? I'm bored. With that, she head-butted him right in the goddamn nose.

That Zsadist was late was no big surprise. Z was one giant, violent fuck-you to the world.

Only if it were raining thumbtacks and hairpins, you letch.

Closing his eyes, he made it about fifteen minutes before his tossing and turning rode those pj bottoms so far up his crotch he felt like he could cough flannel. If he was doing the mattress and pillow thing, he usually slept naked and now he knew why. This was f'in ridiculous.

What's up with the statue routine?" Trez muttered. "Someone move your My Little Pony collection again?

No offense," she muttered, "but fucking drink.

Good. We're done." Wrath shook his head ruefully. "And shit, you think you have problems? At least you don't have to go back home with that." As

I'm sorry," Butch muttered. "I behaved unprofessionally. It won't happen again." Helania lifted her head off Boone's pec. "Are you kidding me? I want to shoot him, too." "No one's shooting anybody," Vishous cut in. Then he rolled his eyes. "And you know people be losin' their shit if I'm the one saying something like that.

tonight as well. Fucking John Matthew. Ever since she'd barged into his brain and saw what he'd been doing to himself whenever he thought about her…she'd been doing likewise. Fucking. John Matthew. Like she needed this shit?

John-who-wasn't-gonna-get-none

denying his cock wasn't an option: When he'd backed off a couple months ago as a test pattern, within twelve hours he'd been ready to fuck a tree, he was so horny. Was there any such thing as anti-Viagra? Cialis Reversailis? Limpicillin? Rolling

Shit," Rhage breathed. "I'm sorry. And shit, I shouldn't have said 'shit.' Fuck. I mean…damn it.

Yeah, I'm not a virgin and I hate writing.

As V arrived back at the mansion with the King, he'd really just plain fucking had it with everyone. And that included himself. But

I'm stuck in the fucking chimney." She

I'm waiting," Wrath muttered. "And you know how much I love that shit.

Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God's sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He'd read that book, seen the movie, bought the sound track, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider's guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key.

Now about this storm." Wrath shook his head. "It's ripe nasty out there. I'm calling off tonight. It's a fucking snow day, assholes.