It's official...

I hate this day.
Best thing about it so far is that Paul added something to my sidebar for me and that it's almost over. (The day, I mean...)

All that shit from this morning drug me down, rolled my ass in the mud and left me laying there.

I didn't clean shit. I went back to bed. Now, here I am, awake again and I feel lke shit. Chest hurts, feel kinda drug out and fucked over and NOW I've gotta drag my ass up to the fuckin' Bosses house, beg for Eric's check AND inform that crack-brained dillhole that Eric won't be out tomorrow.
He's sick.

Fuckin' great.
Juuuust what I wanted to do.

Please, won't someone just kill me now?
Spare me the ick-factor of knowing that Kim has any control over anything I do at all... like having a Dad or a brother? Keep me from having to somehow not kick an old man's ass when I tell him Eric's not working tomorrow and he says something stupid? Save me from this bullshit fuckin' tour of duty in HELL called "my life"?

C'MON.... just do it.
I'd feel ever s'much better if ya did....

(Yeah... and so would a buncha other people, huh?)

Posted by: Stevie at 07:18 PM

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