My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives. But really? I hate people.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Shit I've Said To My Husband
Me: Honey, can you get me a Zantac? Him: Huh? What? Tampax? Me: No. Zantac. Him: Zithro? Me: No. Zamfir. Him: *blink blink* Me: Yanno? The dude with the panflute. Him: *blink blink*
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What sayeth thou? (Mean people suck, don't fuck it up.)
"I hate people." "People" stop being "people" when they become friends. Friends stop being friends when they become assholes. So to refine my hatred, I hate people and I hate assholes.
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What sayeth thou? (Mean people suck, don't fuck it up.)
"I hate people."
"People" stop being "people" when they become friends.
Friends stop being friends when they become assholes.
So to refine my hatred, I hate people and I hate assholes.