Feh.
Really can’t be fucking arsed today. Work? Pah. Socialising? Fuck off. Being a grumpy fuck and harbouring a secret (well, not so secret now, I guess) desire to punch someone – anyone really – in the fucking face? Hell yeah.
What the hell’s the matter with me? S’posed to be going out for drinks tonight, but right now I just wanna run screaming down the street tearing my hair out in clumps. Either that or go live in a log cabin in the forest and work out my frustration by chopping logs.
