Fuck, Fuckity, Fuck, Fuck

Thank you God, for fucking me over in so many aspects of my life this week. It’s not bad enough that you dick me over on one thing. Let’s make it all aspects of my life. Job, money, body (let’s not even delve into the many mysteries of being a female), weather, people. I won’t keep going.

I always know that it’s going to be a bad day when I get to work and within 30 minutes of arrival (30 minutes after I am supposed to get to work anyway), I am pulling out all the angry songs I can on my mp3 player. I even have a playlist called Angry. It has all these great angry white boy songs on it – you know the kind with lots of guitar and screaming and yelling and bitching about getting fucked over. It’s so great, because people look at me and think I like all that cutesy pop shit (which I do sometimes). It’s very out of character for me I think.

I have a very good Angry face too. It might explain why so many people who usually stop by to chat have not today. I haven’t had to use it in a while, because I will admit that when certain bodily things are satisfied, there’s no need to be angry. Sometimes though, my anger rises about that. Especially when I get blamed for things that are not my fault. I was involved, but I can’t take whole responsibility for that mess of a thing. That’s the beauty of being a minion. You never have responsibility for anything (except that one thing, which people don’t listen to me about anyway). And don’t try to give me any responsibility without a ton more money. So fuck you all, I’m out. I feel like the camel has had a heavy load on his back for sometime, but this is pretty much the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Sorry none of that made sense, I just needed to get that out.