Anger anger anger, wangst wangst wangst.
No, I'm seriously so friggin' pissed off right now just at the day I've had. Got a job, lost it 'cuz I can't find my fucking social security card (which I always keep on me, ALWAYS...but I honestly don't remember keeping an accounting of it during the second move last month) and apparently a signed print-out from the social security administration building doesn't fucking count.
Even if the social security people themselves say it does.
Then a line jumping hambeast whorehound in a fucked up caravan sport with a scratched up paintjob and three kids squalling in the background...well, not to repeat myself, jumps the fucking line in front of me and a loooong assed line behind me.
Suffice it to say there was quite a bit of growling from myself and others, yet she apparently ignored it and went about her business big-assed stomach first.
No, seriously, people like this is why America has such a horrible reputation. God, the friggin' Canuckians were there too, B.C. and Vancouver license plates all over the fucking place.
On the other hand, it gave me a chance to snag some time talking to the fine-assed dark-skinned honey in the jaguar behind me, and made some of my neighbors laugh with my recounting of the "hamstomached whorebeast whose spare tire's spare tire is made of ham and beef cutlets" and all that happened today.
Plus my pad is hot as fucking hell in the summer day, and I need a shower like it ain't funny.
Just...blah, I'll do something with this blog other than whine and bitch next post. Not to mention work on the design.
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