i'm fat.
i'm stuck in bed.
i can't eat what i want.
i can't fuck when i want.

and to top it all off, i spent thousands of dollars on the perfect furniture for my baby girl's nursery only to have the fucking store send the wrong goddamn furniture.
but, oh, the style was right, they just sent it in the wrong fucking color.
ASSHOLES!
the color i the most important part.
i cannot have a pink and black nursery with honey oak-colored furniture.

this type of idiocy is the reason my blood pressure is high.
it's not the taco bell.
it's dealing with stupid people all the goddamn time making me lose my fucking mind.

merry fucking christmas.
--i refused to spellcheck @ 11:50 AM | |