Stuff and YEAH, PRETTY MUCH.
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Date: 2007-07-05, 7:10PM EDT
Fuck you, cleaning the fridge. How the hell do you get so dirty? Idon't eat in there, I simply store food. What the fuck is that stain onthe bottom shelf? Do gnomes have parties in here when I'm at work orsomething? Nasty little gnomes. And, for some reason, I feel really,really vulnerable when I'm bent over, scrubbing your gross shelves.Don't know why. So thank you for keeping my beer cold, but fuck you formaking a mess of it.
Fuck you, paying bills. Every fucking month? Are you kidding me? Ibarely even watched TV this month, I still gotta shell out all thatcash? And, while I'm at it, fuck your pathetic little late fees.They're small enough for me to easily ignore them but they add up overtime. So thank you for the electricity, water and internet, but fuckyou for your constant demands.
Fuck you, deleting old files from my computer. What man can makethis decision? It's like choosing which of my kids to leave behind onthe sinking ship. Fuck, this is killing me. I hate my old ass computer.
Fuck you, changing light bulbs. It's 2006, right? I was pissed whenI wasn't issued a jetpack in 2000 (where's my fucking raygun?!?), but Ifigured by now technology would've at least advanced to the point whereI don't have to stand on my wobbly chair and deal with this crap. Twobonus fuck yous: for scaring the crap out of me when I walk into adarkened room, innocently flick the switch and get momentarily blindedby that huge flash and terrifying pop! Also, for somehow convincingyour lightbulb brethren to join you, causing a chain reaction thatmeans I'm filled with fear whenever I turn on a light. Pop! Pop! Pop!What, did you all join in a suicide pact while I was asleep?
Bastards.
Fuck you, washing dishes. Yes, I know, you smell funny, and I knowthe longer I wait, the more weird slime stuff is just gonna accumulateon you. That's why I've pretty much switched to just using paper plates(fuck you, environment) and eating with my hands. I'm a caveman in anapartment.
Finally, fuck you, writing this rant.
PostingID: 367342914
F#%k you CHORES
Date: 2007-07-05, 7:10PM EDT
Fuck you, cleaning the fridge. How the hell do you get so dirty? Idon't eat in there, I simply store food. What the fuck is that stain onthe bottom shelf? Do gnomes have parties in here when I'm at work orsomething? Nasty little gnomes. And, for some reason, I feel really,really vulnerable when I'm bent over, scrubbing your gross shelves.Don't know why. So thank you for keeping my beer cold, but fuck you formaking a mess of it.
Fuck you, paying bills. Every fucking month? Are you kidding me? Ibarely even watched TV this month, I still gotta shell out all thatcash? And, while I'm at it, fuck your pathetic little late fees.They're small enough for me to easily ignore them but they add up overtime. So thank you for the electricity, water and internet, but fuckyou for your constant demands.
Fuck you, deleting old files from my computer. What man can makethis decision? It's like choosing which of my kids to leave behind onthe sinking ship. Fuck, this is killing me. I hate my old ass computer.
Fuck you, changing light bulbs. It's 2006, right? I was pissed whenI wasn't issued a jetpack in 2000 (where's my fucking raygun?!?), but Ifigured by now technology would've at least advanced to the point whereI don't have to stand on my wobbly chair and deal with this crap. Twobonus fuck yous: for scaring the crap out of me when I walk into adarkened room, innocently flick the switch and get momentarily blindedby that huge flash and terrifying pop! Also, for somehow convincingyour lightbulb brethren to join you, causing a chain reaction thatmeans I'm filled with fear whenever I turn on a light. Pop! Pop! Pop!What, did you all join in a suicide pact while I was asleep?
Bastards.
Fuck you, washing dishes. Yes, I know, you smell funny, and I knowthe longer I wait, the more weird slime stuff is just gonna accumulateon you. That's why I've pretty much switched to just using paper plates(fuck you, environment) and eating with my hands. I'm a caveman in anapartment.
Finally, fuck you, writing this rant.
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PostingID: 367342914
