Whoa

I'm in a real shitty mood. I need a raise, I need to find a formidable, affordable and reliable Day Care Center. Gotta call Wachovia and tell them to stick the loan up their ass. Gotta call the cable guy to come pick up the godamn boxes and take them off my bill. Want to punch my Aunt in her face for keeping grandma in a rundown piece of shit nursing home. The damn Asians are ruining my shirts at the dry cleaning. Godamn computer has more virisues than a 22 year old Madonna. Some jerkoff sneezed on me this morning, it took tremendous discipline not to leave him paralyzed. The water in this building tastes like rubber cement and seltzer. The car insurance is due soon. My boss is acting really fucking strange. Aunt flo is in town and i'm dying for some pie. Gollum keeps trying to convince me that if he demands lawful notes instead of money (which he says is just federal reserve credit) that he would not have to pay taxes. I can't wait until he gets arressted. These boxers are giving me a wedgie. My broken pinky won't heal because I keep banging it all over the place like a clumsy schmuck. Obama gave a commencement address to the biggest catholic university in America yet he was born a muslim. I tried McSorley's Black Irish Lager and hate it. I hate wasting beer. But it's undrinkable. Fuck.

WOE is me.