sep05

So I'm turning this journal into my bitch log. I feel I may need a record of all that's driving me crazy. I think it may come in helpful to the therapist who is lucky enough to accomodate me.

Don't ever use the term "So and so" in your fucking instructions to me. If you were able to convey your message adequately then I would know who "So and so" is. Seeings how you're a fucking idiot, just say their fucking name.

Tell your fucking kids to quit calling here every 10 minutes, especially your 18 fucking years-old son. You need to let that fuck get off your fucking tit.

Because you didn't feel that my reccomendations on stuff to buy wasn't right, I now have to work with the wrong shit you bought. I myself can deal with it. It's all the other fucktards that can't. Of course that means that they're going to come to me everyday to fix their fucking problem.

Don't send me any fucking FWD! If someone is stupid enough to give out their bank account information to some total fucking stranger "to verify your information" you deserve to get fucked. And I don't give a flying fuck if Billy Bob's second cousin Bosephus passed away. You've gotta be fucking kidding me if you're gonna get any money from me to send him fucking flowers. I don't even know who Billy Bob is let alone his cousin.

I've been at work for 37 minutes.