Thursday, September 13, 2007
Swear Jar #2
I need this today because of all the motherfucking pieces of dumb, useless shit that live and continue to breed in this town. Why does one need to smoke, talk on the cell phone, and pick one's nose while driving? Because said person wants to watch fuckin' smoke come out of my god damn ears! I hate this crusty hole of a place today. Anyone else having a better day? Anyone else need to vent?
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7 comments:
You are having a fucking shitty ass week, bitch! Mine has not been so bad--except for this fucking raging headache I've had for two days...
I think I must be just getting old and grouchy cause people in general just make me cuss like a construction worker lately. Just people in general...I'm not liking anyone (present company excluded lol) much these days cause they're all fucking idiots.
Add this to the jar
http://youtube.com/watch?v=2fJ9ySJYFVo
I came thisclose to killing someone yesterday! I finally had to walk away and get myself some damn m&m's!
Today isn't looking too promising....it's only 8:13 and my boss just pissed me off.
In true passive aggressive form, I dropped my son off at school and instead of going to straight to work like I should have, I went to Wal-Mart. In my pajama pants. And flip flops. With real bed head. Just for the hell of it. It was almost fulfilling, until an old lady in the dairy section bruised my yogurt-browsing groove by getting all the fuck up in my way. Like maybe I was going to pick better yogurt and she wanted it. I muttered something about old people smelling funny and making me retch, and went off to peruse the flavored coffee creams.
Oh Oh Oh . . . and for the love of god, can my Hooters waitress/"model"/seasonal Halloween store working/Hawaiian fucking vacation taking secretary please learn to spell the name of the goddam company she (sometimes)works for (when she's not lying on her time card) so people might be able actually get an email to me?
Mrs. Flax,
While you certainly blended in with the Wal-Mart crowd with your attire (hee hee--been there, done that!), surely you didn't expect politeness from the usual patrons there! All I can say is thank *** (insert your own deity or whoever here) it's fucking Friday! WOO-HOO!
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