And I also need some cheese with my wine. Meh. Yep. I'm fucking whining. Wah wah fucking wah. While I'm thinking about it, I'd just like to say that five years old is too young to mess with my $200 digital camera. Excuse me. What the fuck. I don't feel like potentially having something that I worked for dropped or messed up by a child who does not take care of his belongings. The joys of stepchildren. And the fact that the father (my hubby) chooses to ask me when the youngest will be old enough to use the digital camera. REALLY? Because apparently in 11 days when he turns 6 then that will be old enough? I'm thinking not. I'm thinking not in the next 9 years. His 12 year old sister can't even take care of a laptop nor her own digital camera. So therefore I do not believe that 12 is even an appropriate age for such electronics. Unless of course there was an ounce of caring and that the value of such property was known.
Digressing.
I feel like shit.
Worked a ten hour day with a migraine/sinus headache from hell and got to deal with retarded people. Story of my life. I'm a tard magnet. Any kind of tard. Retard. Fucktard. Gaytard. Hootard. Asstard. Pusstard. What the fuck ever tard. You get the point. Tards beware when I work...you will be drawn to me like the force.
What the fuck is my kitten doing? Hey, fuck! Quit drooling on my squishy blanket. Quit gnawing on it. None of that shit is allowed. I weaned you from a bottle and now you wanna tear my shit up then do something totally cute like paw pressing? Fuck you cat. Don't forget. In Egypt they used to mummify their felines. Don't think you are exempt.
Peace out, Girl Scout!
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