Darling Clementine

I’ve had the shittiest week and I’ll thank no one to fuck with me any further. 3 days and I’m ready to cut somebody. Yeah, 3 days… I have Mondays off for the forseeable future (i.e., until about September) and today, I woke up and said fuck it. I am in no mood to deal with any more crap. I just can’t take it anymore. I don’t know what kind of fucked up alignment the planets had going on and how many people were on their damn periods, but this shit… I’m done.

It’s also find a new job time and to utilise that link I posted a few entries back. I’ll show you, asshole.

Anyway, since my (immediate) boss didn’t call or text me back this morning, I guess not coming in was cool. If not, oh well, fire me. Please fucking fire me. I’ll give monies to fire me. Nah, don’t fire me just yet. I have to steal shit first (not really).

Also, fuck you Comcast… showing the Emirates Cup on a channel I don’t have. THAT’S EVIL. Fine then, I’ll just watch it online. YOU DON’T OWN ME.

I am, right now, declaring next weekend a Whiny-assed, Pouty-assed Mummy Dearest-free Weekend.

Put that in your fucking pipe and smoke it, you whiny-assed bitch. THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.

Ever have that one stupid-ass friend on whatever social-networking site that consistently says stupid-ass shit and you really want to comment on it telling them they’re morons, but you have to refrain yourself lest some higher being smites you down right there for a being an asshole even though the stupid-ass person totally needs to hear it? purplemonkeydishwasher.

Yeah. But then half the time you can’t even understand what the fuck they’re typing because apparently they no longer speak English as their first language and have spun off into speaking Dumbfuckish and no one except other people who speak Dumbfuckish ever comment because they’re the only one who know what that one person is typing. Don’t dare write back in English because sometimes their brains are so fried from being “best friends with Jane” (written in Dumbfuckish, of course) they don’t understand what the fuck you just written.

And, since you pay for web hosting/domain names/blog space, you can go and write this in response to their dumbass status update:

OF COURSE YOUR KIDS ARE FUCKING ASLEEP AFTER “SWIMMING” ALL DAY. YOU HAD THEM OUT YESTERDAY ON ONE OF THE HOTTEST FUCKING DAYS OF THE SUMMER (IT TOPPED 105 BITCH AND THE HEAT INDEX MADE IT FEEL WORSE). THEY’RE PROBABLY FUCKING SUNBURNT BECAUSE I KNOW YOU DON’T PUT SUNSCREEN ON THEM. PROBABLY SUFFERING FROM A LITTLE BIT OF HEAT EXHAUSTION (WHICH FUCKING SUCKS TO HAVE BY THE WAY, I KNOW I HAD TONS OF FUN WITH MY RAGING CASE OF IT). I KNOW THEY DON’T EVER DRINK WATER, LOOK AT YOU. BUT, OH, AS LONG AS YOU HAD FUN “GETTING YOUR TAN ON”. I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR SKIN CANCER YOU NASTY ASSHOLE MOTHERFUCKER.

That’s just from yesterday. We’re not even going to get into the asinine update from a few days ago where this stupid-ass was mentioning going back to her “old ways.” Bitch, I swear…

Since some asshole is determined to ruin my weekend with her presence & it’s way too fucking hot to function, you get more footballer spam. There, there… that’s much better.

If you click it, it gets bigger. *giggle*