  ::) What is the fucking deal man? Why is it that when I have one of my bad days, and everything that CAN happen, DOES happen, am I made to feel guilty for being upset about it?
What the fuck is wrong with people? I woke up this morning and stubbed me FACE, not my toe, on my lamp, then I slipped and busted my nads on the shower, then I BURNED my breakfast and THEN, just when I felt it couldn't become any more shit encrusted of a day, some jackass KEYED my new paint job on my vehicle! SONOFABITCH! I am out and about during the rest of the day, running errands, and this soccer mom from HADES decides to pass in front of my in my lane no more than a FOOT from my fucking license plate!
I had to swerve to miss the crusted cuntfuck and then I hit a pylon. Now my wheel alignment is all shot to fucking ELL, and I have no recourse save a new tire and get my alignment fixed. I arrive home and the STUPIDS who are groundskeepers here are spraying for hornets and have my DOOR open, so it smells like industrial pollutants in my home, and I have dead hornets all over the floor near my fireplace! I want to strangle someone.... 
