dammit.
Fuck the world, seriously. Just fuck it all.
Fuck parents. They make you do way too much yard work on the only goddamned day you have off of all three jobs. Therefore no time to relax except possibly a dinner with a few friends later. Friends? Yeah, can you believe it?! I have friends! Fucked up, I know. You wouldn't think I was the type.
Fuck ex-girlfriends. They're too goddamned complicated. I wish life was like AIM, you could just press the button and block them and never have to deal with them again. The ability to ignore overly-complicated love quadranges with people you know, the ability to not have to think about them and just be able to sleep, the ability to never hear from them at all until you click unblock. God that would just be fucking brilliant right now.
Fuck work. Seriously, fuck having three jobs. Fuck them all. Fuck having to work my ass of for meager salaries that all get blown on a semester's worth of tuition anyways, leaving me to take out even more loans for Spring tuition. Fuck pharmacies, offices, and banquet halls. They can all go to hell for all I care.
Fuck yard work. That can just die. I hate mowing the lawn. I hate moving 250lb rocks to make a fucking walkway. I hate it that my mother shows off these gardens as if they're her prize posession, and does ABSOLUTELY no work at all to upkeep them. Fuck that. That's just not fair. If she lifted a finger I'd feel better.
Fuck religion. Useless shit. Oh great, treat everyone nice, pray, and you'll be cool. Fuck that. I'll do whatever I think is the right thing to do at the time and screw a higher power. Who needs that shit.
Fuck people who aren't accepting of who I am. They can just go away and never talk to me again. IF you can't understand what I believe and why I believe it after an intelligent debate and have to resort to ad hominem attacks to make points, then just go the hell away.
Fuck all this shit. Just fuck it.
Fuck parents. They make you do way too much yard work on the only goddamned day you have off of all three jobs. Therefore no time to relax except possibly a dinner with a few friends later. Friends? Yeah, can you believe it?! I have friends! Fucked up, I know. You wouldn't think I was the type.
Fuck ex-girlfriends. They're too goddamned complicated. I wish life was like AIM, you could just press the button and block them and never have to deal with them again. The ability to ignore overly-complicated love quadranges with people you know, the ability to not have to think about them and just be able to sleep, the ability to never hear from them at all until you click unblock. God that would just be fucking brilliant right now.
Fuck work. Seriously, fuck having three jobs. Fuck them all. Fuck having to work my ass of for meager salaries that all get blown on a semester's worth of tuition anyways, leaving me to take out even more loans for Spring tuition. Fuck pharmacies, offices, and banquet halls. They can all go to hell for all I care.
Fuck yard work. That can just die. I hate mowing the lawn. I hate moving 250lb rocks to make a fucking walkway. I hate it that my mother shows off these gardens as if they're her prize posession, and does ABSOLUTELY no work at all to upkeep them. Fuck that. That's just not fair. If she lifted a finger I'd feel better.
Fuck religion. Useless shit. Oh great, treat everyone nice, pray, and you'll be cool. Fuck that. I'll do whatever I think is the right thing to do at the time and screw a higher power. Who needs that shit.
Fuck people who aren't accepting of who I am. They can just go away and never talk to me again. IF you can't understand what I believe and why I believe it after an intelligent debate and have to resort to ad hominem attacks to make points, then just go the hell away.
Fuck all this shit. Just fuck it.