Cranky.
Crankycrankycrankycrankyasamuthafucka.
I can't begin to compare the level of frustration I'm sporting this morning, to anything. My similies and metaphors are broken.
I'm spinning in rather dizzing circles, over and over and OVER again, and have yet to figure out how to get the fuck OFF this particular ride.
Why is it, when we're little, we assume that everything will be fine, when we are "GROWN UP"?
Being a grown up SUCKS.
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