How I feel now.

What the fuck Mike what the fuck.

Fucking, fuck. Have some fucking responsibility, don’t fucking act like, fuck, you called me Forty Minutes before to ask me to fill a Six Hour Shift, and then work from until, fuck, the whole day, Fuck you for even asking.

And ruining my night. For the next 10 minutes, at least. That’s Fucked Up. You know, I was just starting to get cool with everything, and then you fucking do this, you fucking, what the fuck is wrong you?

I ask that as a fucking question.

You know, I’m selfish. But, at least, I’m just not that kind of selfish.

And you don’t know what I mean, and neither do I, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

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You’re a bastard sometimes. I love you still, but you don’t fucking do that to me.

You, what the fuck.

(No, I will never fill in a shift for you, in the mood I’m in right now.)

And Jen Are You Going To Call Me Tonight.