Where did this giant fucking ant come from and how fast can I kill it?

WHY. WON’T. YOU. DIE.

I hate that cat.

OK, that’s a special kind of pain that translates to your knees giving out. Fuck.

Better dead than red!

“Get up from a dream and I look for rain. Take an amphetamine and a …”

I cannot get comfortable.

Man. I just want to hire all three of them. This sucks.

You don’t need an official score keeper for corn hole.

Whatever. I am just the workhorse. What would I know?

I retract my opinion from the group chat about this and shall offer nothing further.

How does this migrate across the desk as the day wears on? I don’t even know.

I need apples.

I applied for that job. They’ll interview me. They will offer it to someone else.

Because I am chained here forever.

At least it looks like I’ll actually be able to retire and not starve to death as a homeless woman.

I’ll never forgive them for this. Never. I’ve never felt so disrespected, disregarded, and irrelevant in my entire life.

I could go to lunch and never come back.

That film got too warm before it was developed.

That is a combination I would not have ever thought would work.

This is bullshit.

Too many cicadas. I’m not in a cicada mood.

I don’t even know how to do this part.

The further I read in that sentence, the worse it gets.

traffic lights and the

My voice went all wonky.

Impotent rage. Pointless I guess.

I need a mirror in here.

I need food.