I don’t think I can adequately explain my frustrations verbally with public attacks on individuals and places that are totally, totally unwarranted. I can barely express it on paper without randomly smashing keys then throwing my laptop across the room. Because in reality that’s what I want to do to this douchebag’s head.
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| yeah. fuck you. |
I welcome constructive criticism, no matter how much it
stings. Learning is growing, and growing is painful. I get that. Granted, I don’t take it well and sulk about
it, but in the end it’s always for the best.
BUT—
You can’t do that to my family and friends, yo. Say what you
will about me, but don’t you dare say anything negative about them when it’s
totally uncalled for. And I’m not being
bias –really. I’m the first to call out dumb mistakes when friends/family are
being idiots. I’m the asshole—that role
has been filled.
I’ve watched a lot of cartoons recently, being unemployed
(sorta) and at home (mostly) with a six year old boy. Predictable plot lines. A problem. A bully. The good guys falter, rally together, and
overcome. Instant Karma in fifteen minute increments.
I hope I make it through this summer.
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