Ever get annoyed? Ever feel like someone needs to be told where the dog died? Or handed a crowbar and a tub of Elbow Grease to help them pry their head out of their arse? Congratulations--you've come to the right place.

And when I'm not commenting on the latest thing to piss me off, I'm trying to figure out my own twisted life. Because, hey, I'm like that.

On a gentler note: for anyone dealing with depression, anxiety, and other assorted bullshit: You are NOT alone.

And if you're looking for a laugh, search on the key word "fuckery." It's just my little thing (as the bishop said to the actress).

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

*slams head on the desk*

For all of you with delicate dispositions, fuck off because I'm going to cuss a blue streak...

CUNT AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST LOST SHITLOADS OF TEXT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


OK, I feel better. You can open your eyes now.

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