Zounds! I've been in a bad mood lately. Snapping at people, getting furious about tiny things. My exhaustion level (high), work enjoyment (mostly) and social "life" (note quot. marks) are all fairly normal, so I don't know what the fuck my problem is.
BUT I've finally decided on a permanent career change, and I feel good about it. I'm going to be a bad guy. I'm officially announcing (bad guys always announce their plans) what I've only told a few people until now: I'm dedicating the rest of my life to moving this planet out of orbit and basically killing every stupid motherfucker on it. I'll wear capes and use annoying amounts of alliteration and say "zounds!" instead of "why don't you take that pathetic piece of horse shit that just dribbled out of your mouth and shove it back up your ass where it belongs before I fucking make you prolapse something."
The sidekick position has already been called, but I'm taking applications for some snivelling sycophants I can shove around.
First I could use a nap.
BUT I've finally decided on a permanent career change, and I feel good about it. I'm going to be a bad guy. I'm officially announcing (bad guys always announce their plans) what I've only told a few people until now: I'm dedicating the rest of my life to moving this planet out of orbit and basically killing every stupid motherfucker on it. I'll wear capes and use annoying amounts of alliteration and say "zounds!" instead of "why don't you take that pathetic piece of horse shit that just dribbled out of your mouth and shove it back up your ass where it belongs before I fucking make you prolapse something."
The sidekick position has already been called, but I'm taking applications for some snivelling sycophants I can shove around.
First I could use a nap.
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man yr way lucky. pixies and the cure. thats all i need.
oh and maybe some le tigre
at least CO isn't as far away from cali as NY is.