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I should be a writer. I have the ability, the talent, the dreams. I do not have the resources, time, money, or office space.
I fucking hate my birthday.
I am STUCK in a job surrounded by infants, monkeys, fucking MOUTH BREATHERS who couldn't find their way or collective dumb asses out of a paper bag if it was blown wide open on both ends.
I fucking hate my job.
My extended family is falling apart. My brother all but puked during the movie Transformers because when you take 4 stress pills and don't eat anything all day and then drink 3 beers in 20 minutes before scarfing down a big bucket of Mountain Dew and popcorn that's what happens. And I was SO looking forward to spending that time with him.
I fucking hate everything and everyone in my life except for my wife and kid.
There. I said it. YAY ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I fucking hate my birthday.
I am STUCK in a job surrounded by infants, monkeys, fucking MOUTH BREATHERS who couldn't find their way or collective dumb asses out of a paper bag if it was blown wide open on both ends.
I fucking hate my job.
My extended family is falling apart. My brother all but puked during the movie Transformers because when you take 4 stress pills and don't eat anything all day and then drink 3 beers in 20 minutes before scarfing down a big bucket of Mountain Dew and popcorn that's what happens. And I was SO looking forward to spending that time with him.
I fucking hate everything and everyone in my life except for my wife and kid.
There. I said it. YAY ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!