On days like this, all I really want to do is bend over and let the universe sodomize me to its petty heart's content. Either that, or just stay in bed all day. All fucking day.
But, hey, two more hours until Friday.
Weekends rule. Except for this one, I guess. Because next week, my mother comes with all of her mother-baggage. And, really, I'm too exhausted to make this weekend rock. I just want to go die in a hole or something.
So much negativity! I can't find my cigarettes. I had half a pack, at least. All I can do is stare at my lighters and sigh at their pointlessness. Until tomorrow, anyway.
Universe, where is my candy???
Oh. There it is.
But, hey, two more hours until Friday.
Weekends rule. Except for this one, I guess. Because next week, my mother comes with all of her mother-baggage. And, really, I'm too exhausted to make this weekend rock. I just want to go die in a hole or something.
So much negativity! I can't find my cigarettes. I had half a pack, at least. All I can do is stare at my lighters and sigh at their pointlessness. Until tomorrow, anyway.
Universe, where is my candy???
Oh. There it is.
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