RANTTOWN
MY PHONE COMMITTED SUICIDE, I’M POOR, MY TAXES AREN’T DONE, CUSTOMERS ARE CRAZY, I HATE MAKING FUCKING COFFEE, MY APARTMENT IS A WRECK, GAS IS EXPENSIVE, PEOPLE ARE STUPID, I HAVE NOTHING TO EAT, I WANT TO GET DRUNK, I HAVE NO WAY TO SET AN ALARM TO WAKE UP FOR WORK TOMORROW, AND MY FUCKING XBOX ISN’T CONNECTED TO LIVE AND NOW I HAVE TO GET UP AND RESET MY BUNK-ASS ROUTER THAT CAN’T JUST DO IT’S FUCKING JOB.
MAYBE THAT LAST PART ISN’T THAT BIG OF A DEAL, BUT IT HAPPENS TO BE THE DIARRHEA ICING ON MY SHIT CAKE THAT WAS APRIL FOURTEENTH, TWO-THOUSAND AND ELEVEN.
