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Why are my fucking days so filled with things that take me away from fucking fun stuff? Where is the fairness in that?

I am fucking tired of being 'the one' to do the things no one else fucking wants to do.

*sigh*

There.... got that off my fucking chest..... for a little bit.
 
I don't expect or even want a whole fucking hell of a lot really. I just want a little fucking place all my own in the corner of the house to do something to make me smile. Can't the fucking bills wait? Can't someone make me a fucking meal? Can't everyone just fucking pick up after themselves every now and then?

Why can't I take a half hour to just soak in the fucking tub with some wine and music and candles? No! Knock knock knock on the fucking door. Can you.... Can I... Can we.... ??? Go away I want to fucking scream. But then the me I am does the fucking right thing. Rush rush rush.....

Ha ha ha..... I reread all that.... what a cranky fucking bitch I sound like! But I'm really not. But it sure felt good to say all that fucking crap.

You'd be surprised what I get done even with all the fucking time I seem to spend on line. Really fucking surprised! :D
 
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