So yes, it has been an absolutely awful day. No, really, it has been the worst day of my last two weeks, and here’s the reason.
I don’t know. No, really, do you ever just wake up and realize that everything sucks and you don’t want to deal with anyone’s bullshit and you just want to cry and scream and possibly find someone to casually watch porn with because laughing at sex makes everyone feel better?
No? To the whole thing or just the porn part? Have you never just chilled with a buddy and watched porn? You’re ridiculous and missing out on life.
Anyway, it was that kind of day for me, and even when good things happened, I just felt like my world was imploding faster than Hiroshima and Nagasaki disappeared when Fat Man and Little Boy decided to come chill for a bit.
Not a good time, and I’m pretty sure that around 250,000 residents in my mind either died, got sick from my toxic mind-waste, or lost their homes. I know, it’s dramatic and terrible, but now I can barely think because all the survivors and scurrying around to rebuild everything and I am just scatterbrained.
So my post is very short, and kinda weird/funny/sad, and deal with it because it’s Thanksgiving Break and you should be off rejoicing the fact that we are terrible people who invaded America and killed the Natives. Off with you, now!