fuck me running
I feel like I haven’t slept in days. Without the courtesy of a reach-around or hug, stress is fucking me something fierce.
“Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out”
"and the monkey flipped the switch"
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I heard that shit...sucks when you just keep thinking when you're trying to fucking sleep. I have a thyroid problem, ulcer and am a workaholic...and I hate my job.
WHAT. THE. FUCK. IS. WRONG. WITH. ME.
Let's hit up the fucking Record Bar dude. Or I always hit 75th Street Brewery every Weds. for 75 cent beers. Either way it goes...I need to get fucking sauced.
Been there, I HATE that shit.
Hope you got it leveled out man.
Oh, and that's one pissed off looking tribble you got there...
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