Pissy piss piss. I hate that you scheduled a BEGIN meeting tonight. I hate that you always act like your life is so horrible. I hate that it's a million degrees outside. I hate that your fat blob self pinned me in at the first grader sized table. I hate that you decided it would be a good idea to hold up a line of cars at 5:30 so you could turn left even though it clearly shows no left turn. I hate that I didn't ram the giant front bumper of my truck into your piece of shit car instead of just honking at your dumb-ass. I hate that I can't find a single moment of peace in my own stupid head. I hate that I feel like I ate a baby...
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
I hate you
Pissy piss piss. I hate that you scheduled a BEGIN meeting tonight. I hate that you always act like your life is so horrible. I hate that it's a million degrees outside. I hate that your fat blob self pinned me in at the first grader sized table. I hate that you decided it would be a good idea to hold up a line of cars at 5:30 so you could turn left even though it clearly shows no left turn. I hate that I didn't ram the giant front bumper of my truck into your piece of shit car instead of just honking at your dumb-ass. I hate that I can't find a single moment of peace in my own stupid head. I hate that I feel like I ate a baby...
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that's right. just let it out.
and it's actually only 999,999 degrees outside. it's rather pleasant, wouldn't you agree?
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