So it’s been a shit weekend

middle-finger-poster-flag-6185-p…the kind where you get into a shouting match with a co-worker in front of customers that’s mostly your fault but is just enough his that you’re more likely to jump off a building than apologize, then go home early because fuck it and spend the rest of the weekend filling out job applications.  I am tired.  Tired.  Physically and emotionally fucking exhausted.

But hey, I drew a stupid little picture tonight.  So there’s that.

Shut up I hate you

middle-finger-poster-flag-6185-pI am, in no particular order, sick of:

  • White people;
  • the Internet;
  • absolutely everyone and everything else.

Okay maybe it’s in that order.  That exact fucking order, in fact.  I’ve been on a self-imposed Facebook break for the last couple of weeks; if you’ve seen me post there it’s because something else I’m using autoposted for me, and I haven’t missed it.  That’s across both my author and Clark Kent identities, and I’m considering a mass unfriending (again) on the CK account of literally everyone but immediate family and people who I have no other way of keeping track of.

And then there’s Twitter, which is normally my outlet for politics-related stuff so that I don’t have to vomit it up here, but which has been on an exceptionally stupid bender for the last couple of days.  I just tore myself away from it and closed the app down when I caught myself moments away from sending an incendiary reply to someone I generally respect who was criticizing my college hometown for having too few pleasant places to sit.  Which is, like, abject nonsense; the entire town is a pleasant place to sit, but what the fuck do I care one way or another if someone is wrong about that?  I do not have any reason to care.  None at all.  And yet.

Who knows; maybe this is the Lexapro talking again and maybe the world did get measurably dumber recently.  There was that attack in London last night, which does always tend to bring out the stupidest among us.  But in general I’m just not in the mood for humanity lately.

I’m going to go put the boy to bed now and try to bask in something happy and simple for a few minutes.  Everybody else, like, go outside, or something.

Oh to hell with it

Today was a wizened little shitnipple of a day that started with unwanted piss in my boxer shorts and ended with an enormous fucking hole in the crotch of my pants for the second time in less than a month.  In between I had a busy-as-fuck day that despite being busy as fuck featured virtually no actual selling of furniture, which is how I make my fucking money.  Tomorrow will probably suck too.  The end.

Also I am adjusting my brain meds.  Stay tuned.

Another one of those days

middle-finger-poster-flag-6185-pI should probably go back through the last several weeks and see just how often an “oh, fuck today” post gets put up on Mondays and Tuesdays.  Last week’s not counting, of course, since that one was kinda epic.

I may have a story about this evening that breaks my “don’t talk shit about customers on the blog” rule, but I don’t think I have the energy to write it right now.  Needless to say: husbands, don’t talk shit about your wives in front of me, because it makes you a fucking asshole, and, well, not wives but customers in general; if I’m offering you 15% off of a piece of furniture because it’s the floor model, and you literally invent imaginary fucking dirt on the piece in an attempt to get more off, especially if it’s already 8:15?  I’m likely to tell you to go to hell.

Just FYI.


So, I’m watching yesterday’s Walking Dead while I’m writing this– there’s already slash fiction out there about Rick and Negan, right?  Or did I just bring it into existence by mentioning it?

Well, that’s enough of that

As if today wasn’t enough of an unalloyed shitstorm already (those last two posts were both after midnight) I am pretty sure that I am now back on the job market.  No, I haven’t quit– and I won’t until I have a new job– but I’m back to looking.  I don’t even have the energy to go into why right now.  Maybe sometime this weekend.

Until then, and on a happier note, if you haven’t watched Stranger Things yet, it’s worth paying for Netflix all by itself.