So lately all of my blogs on here have been brief, and cynical.
And while I could take this opportunity to change that around... I instead choose to continue the pattern!
Have you ever read somebody's blog where literally every single entry makes you want to strangle them to death and scream, "ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED?! HOW OLD ARE YOU?!!?" I mean seriously folks. Take a second to read over the shit you just wrote and ask yourself the question, "Does this make me sound like a rambling toddler?" If the answer is yes, then highlight it all with your mouse icon, press the delete button, and try again.
Now, if you will excuse me, I am off to work where I will inevitably complain about the customers. (Did you really have to unfold EVERY single shirt? Were they even in your size? NO?! THEN WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT!!!)
And while I could take this opportunity to change that around... I instead choose to continue the pattern!
Have you ever read somebody's blog where literally every single entry makes you want to strangle them to death and scream, "ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED?! HOW OLD ARE YOU?!!?" I mean seriously folks. Take a second to read over the shit you just wrote and ask yourself the question, "Does this make me sound like a rambling toddler?" If the answer is yes, then highlight it all with your mouse icon, press the delete button, and try again.
Now, if you will excuse me, I am off to work where I will inevitably complain about the customers. (Did you really have to unfold EVERY single shirt? Were they even in your size? NO?! THEN WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT!!!)
dyspareunia:
You need to get laid.