Epiphany
oh look, I have a blog.
Sweet!
Wait, I have to post shit here? But it's all, hot. And I'm hormonal. And I sort of hate breathing today.
Seriously.
I'm not even responding to emails today.
I yelled at O about something that was completely unrelated to her.
And then when I asked someone their opinion about a problem I find myself in, they were all, "Oh you know, everything works out."
What?
What kind of shit is that?
Why don't you go take your platitudes, build a boat, and sail off on Pacified Lake.
I will drill a hole in the bottom of that boat and name it Lady Submerged.
Asshole.
Sweet!
Wait, I have to post shit here? But it's all, hot. And I'm hormonal. And I sort of hate breathing today.
Seriously.
I'm not even responding to emails today.
I yelled at O about something that was completely unrelated to her.
And then when I asked someone their opinion about a problem I find myself in, they were all, "Oh you know, everything works out."
What?
What kind of shit is that?
Why don't you go take your platitudes, build a boat, and sail off on Pacified Lake.
I will drill a hole in the bottom of that boat and name it Lady Submerged.
Asshole.
