FUCK. Yep. I said it. On the blog. I dropped one.
I am usually somewhat censored on this little blog and try to keep the four letter bombs to a minimum, but I am at my whits fucking end and I need to release a little tension. It doesn't help that my box-o-delicious has run out and I don't even have some nerve sauce today.
My house is completely upside down. We are having our dining room and kitchen floors redone after our flooding over Halloween. EVERYTHING is in our living room right now. Including the refrigerator and stove. Its a fucking nightmare. We can't even get into the kitchen. Off limits until the tiles are put into place. Awesome.
This week has been pure hell at work. Without going into any detail, I want to kick some shins. The micromanagement and miscommunication has reached epic proportions. I dropped a loud eff bomb at my desk yesterday. And didn't give a flying shit. On a scale of ONE to a IMMACUTABITCH, I'm about at machete level.
And the cherry on top of the fucktastic cake is that I am being taken advantage of. Hard. By people that are supposed to be friends. I think I've posted on this topic before, but it seems sometimes that nothing good comes from being nice. And kind. And giving. All you do is get shit on. I wish I had it in me to be an asshole. I wish I could tell people to shove it up their ass so hard that they're shitting rainbows for a week.
But... my mama taught me better than that. So, I Xanax. And I whine. And I wine. And I drop eff bombs on le blog. Because no matter what, I always have you guys. And you bitches are the best.