DAMNIT! It’s the fucking weekend and I’m pissed already. Why? Because I’m a fucktard and I allow myself too. Why? I do not know. Here’s a guess though: my self control sucks. I want to be happy, and I know I have the power to be happy, but there’s just one thing in the middle preventing me from doing so: pride. I refuse to allow myself to defeat and relinquish my anger because I am so in love with feeling it. I love the feeling of the adrenaline pulsing rapdily through my veins like baking soda mixed with vinegar: chemical reaction -> boom.

So what has caused my anger to erupt so largely? Let’s start with the first. School, I hate it, it pisses me off. Next, I come home, and get upset for someone wasting my time: my biggest “pet peeve”. I am not even sure if they have reason for it; yet here I am, pissing and moaning about it in my blog. I don’t know if I should be angry at them or myself for letting it get to me. However, if I go with the latter, I’ve thrown myself into a continous loop of anger, unable to escape. If I choose the former, I have possibly gone and started anger on two sides for perhaps something with little or no merit at all. Third. I bike the mile to work. I walk up the stairs to the employee lounge and go to the punch in machine. After entering in my ID number, the machine informs me that I now do not have to work until 1800. It is 1600. Annoyed, I walk downstairs to ask the CSS (manager) what’s up. “Oh, the schedules are only set every Friday at noon, so it’s valid to change any time up to them.” Well gee, thanks for letting me know 3 weeks after I start there. Bitch. Next up, as I am biking back home, I am going across the street, minding my own business, and woosh! Old granny decides to try and run me over. How sweet of her. Remind me to cut you off when you’re crossing a street the next time you only have one brake on your vehicle and are obeying street laws. Cunt. Hurry up and die.

AHHHHHHHHH. What I would do for a cold beer and a cigarette right now… I hate the effects they do to my body, but I sure wouldn’t mind the stimulating and relaxing feeling I do recieve from either of them, damn.

So yeah, I’m bitching in here. It’s my blog, I am entitled to. I can do whatever the hell I want in here. If you are sick of my incessant bitching, then you can fuck off because I enjoy the stress relief that comes from it, and comes from telling people like you off. Now piss off.