I'll let my texts to Satan tell the story of hatred that was my Monday.
MY FUCKING ALARM DIDN'T GO OFF! WHAT THE HELL? IT WAS ON, THE VOLUME WAS ON HIGH. I'M FUCKING PISSED! SHIT. FUCK. NO SHOWER. NO LUNCH. NO CAFFEINE!
Traffic?! Ha ha ha ha ha. I'm going to fucking scream. Today might be the day I go over the edge. Ha ha. Oh god. Brake lights?!
My fucking lip cracked and it's bleeding like a mug. Today is awesome! Oh and the highway times sign says it's seventeen minutes for my drive instead of the normal six. I'm fucking thrilled!
...Quick pause... It took me an hour to get to work, words cannot express.
OMG I'm crying in class. Ok, well I want to be but I'm keeping it together. That shit was traumatic!
...Again, my psych class had to watch a video of 6 peoples deaths and hospice care. I totally lost my shit when this guy who was dying called his dog in to say goodbye to. I'm almost crying now retelling it. Sniff...
Ha bitch ate it! I love it.
Make fun of me again. Cunt. Ha!
Vindication and revenge is sweet. Sigh.
...Those three texts concern the girl who made fun of me for being scared of spiders, karma?...
I'm sitting in the next car over sunshine. I can hear you. I know you really love the Dixie Chicks. But I really don't need to hear you belt it out like that. In fact it gives me indigestion. So could we please pipe down there Carrie Underwood? Thanks!
Why it amuses me to no end that my instructor has chalk on his ass I'm not sure. It's the little things in life.
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