I'm going to spend tomorrow doing whatever the fuck I want to do... and fucking schoolwork.
My boss had the fucking nerve to point out that "they don't seem to be affecting your ability to talk... ha ha ha." Fucking asshole. This is after he had the fucking balls to tell me a few hours prior that "they can't hurt that bad, you're here, ain'tcha? I always told my boys it couldn't be that bad."
I went into fucking work directly from the fucking orthodontist to get some work done that I couldn't fucking get done yesterday because I'd changed my schedule to meet his fucking needs and then STILL didn't get everything done because he fucking delayed the fucking admission until Sunday, at which time I will be fucking working because his lame ass didn't want to do everything today... which is 90% of the fucking reason I fucking went into work with my lips cracked and a hole in my cheek because my fucking orthodontist is a fucking moron.
And now I really fucking hurt and I'm a cranky fucking bitch. Even after my fucking nap. Fuck.
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House
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Originally Posted by Plan9
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand
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