i fought the eff....

gah. you know when you're at work, but you don't wanna be at work? and you'd rather be at home, but you can't cause its monday and therefore a work day. and tho you really want to be unemployed, you've become accustomed to a certain way of life. maybe you like to eat non-dumpster type food. maybe you like clean clothes. altho really, some people who have money neither eat good food nor wear clean clothes. whether that's for lack of washing machine know-how and food cookery or sheer laziness is up to you to judge whence you see their grimy lil' undernourished behinds cross your path. think of all the things you could be doing today. maybe you like to go outside - you could be doing that, but you're at work. maybe you like to watch tv - but you can't - work. now in the rare case that you actually like your job and wouldn't rather be anywhere else on this entire effing earth, to you i say, with the warmest of hugs and pats on the back, go eff yourselves. seriously. you are an effing a-hole. and if you ever show your effing face around me, i will punch you so hard in the eff that you will never eff your effing eff ever again. you get that? did you hear me? did you pick up what i was putting down. no one likes your kind. i bet you're also the type of person that wakes up in the morning full of life and wonderment. maybe you sing in the shower. maybe you pet your dog or kiss your SO like you mean it. maybe you need to throw yourselves off an effing cliff. the rest of world rolls out of bed, grunts at their dog/SO/kidlets and showers for 30min attempting to wake themselves up. or drown themselves. you know, just a little so you can call in drowned, thus further extending your weekend. then you could stretch out on your couch, watch some tv,and laugh at all those poor eff-sters that had to go into the office.