Or is just me. Fuck. Stop reading this. Right now. Click the scroll bar, go on to the next person on your so-called friends list. I'm so annoying I can't even write. It's the little things that piss me off. The indecisiveness, people that are supposed to have your back. This is just going to be one big rant, venting if you will. Don't say I didn't warn you. What the fuck am I so wound up about?
Best Buy being too busy to install my radio?
Or the jail that is my life? I'm trapped in, with no chance of parole motherfucker.
The fact that I'm always in a fucking hurry, that's there's never enough time?
That I can never seem to get enough sleep? Or that I'm sleeping through life?
This is fucking bullshit. The people around me are fucking idiots. Work's full of imbeciles. A lot of our kids are wastes, their dad's should have pulled out and flushed them down the fuckin' toilet. I wish I could gouge their fucking eyes out, drown them in the lake, push them onto the tracks on the "L".
I'm such an asshole.
I'm really not asking for much, but it sucks when not even the little things work out. Tomorrow will be better, it'll be fun. At the very least I'll be preoccupied.
I saw what was left of a cat in the middle of the road on the way to work this morning, I had to turn away it was such a fucking mess, it must have been a big fucker.
But right about now I'm pretty envious of it.