Mood: Rated R
Time of Post: 1:00 am
Listening to: Toby Keith
Summer Fun Contest: 21 days until the deadline
Well, my day from the news this morning got progressively worse.Work makes me want to crawl under a rock and cry some times. I think the whole weekend night shift crew is going to get a royal thrashing, and it’s not going to be pretty. But I guess it’s what we deserve for blowing thousands of dollars of Nestle’s money… rich cockbites anyway. Why do all the fuck ups have to happen on our shift? Whaa.
It makes me feel like a fuck up, and this one wasn’t even my fuck up, yo. Heh, I wonder how many times I can write the work fuck in a post before people start complaining to me about the vulgarity?
But, but! My doll, her bro, and family are okay. And in the end, that’s what counts. *huggles doll and Shadow* You scared the shit out of us.
Stay strong England, the rest of the world is behind you.
