Anger

He went to a party last night in another city.  I was not invited.

He came back home with a broken face because he had been jumped.  A group of guys were mad because he was bragging about how his car was faster than theirs.  One of them had a Mustang and therefore was probably a giant douchebag.

Beat up over a fucking car.

They kicked his face a lot, and he is puffy and black-eyed.

I’m pretty pissed off about everything.  Every time he goes to a party he manages to get in a mess.  I’m sad because someone hurt my babe, but Jesus Christ this shit seems to ALWAYS happen.

I come into work this morning and the entire hallway is full of dirty shit for me to wash.  A ton of work.  Actually, I looked and saw that they had only washed 2 loads of dishes yesterday (one of those I had gotten ready from the day before so basically for that they just pushed a button), when we normally wash 5 or 6.

Those LAZY PIECES OF SHIT.

Now I get to spend the weekend cleaning up after them because they were too busy jerking off to actually work.

FUCK EVERYONE

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SFGJD