just lettin’ out a big ol’ fuck you to the fact that it is only monday and i am this miserable. i’d like to make a shout out to: the roomba that sucks up my underwear i leave lying around, my dogs that won’t shut up, loosing my brother in wal-mart, nearly losing my keys, my cellphone, my bank card (again.), never having time to do anything, missing one tree hill. missing..you.. my shitty job and lack of raise and proper training, here’s to: winging it, the way i sometimes get looked at, a&w’s new ‘uncle burger’, my inability to parellel park, growing up, your shitty rap music. the size of my hips, constipation, the smell of lithium batteries. the pile of books i will never get through, i just want to read so bad. nose tucked in a book, belly down, feet up. skip work. smoke. smoke again. maybe smoke a third time. the new concealer i bought. banana bread, seriously.. will the dogs shut the fuck up? laughing at you calling me sweetheart in the pelican marker, offering to rub my stomach. my bangs that won’t grow. boring conversation. slow bittorrents. this shirt was $2.